Moving On

Lyrics

[Chorus: Burna Bandz] They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin' Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on [Verse 1: Burna Bandz] Fuck a bitch, Robert Borden never did me wrong And every time I count enough, they always came around Take a pack outta town, I'm tryna break it down We ain't have nuttin', couldn't stay down Keep my head up while I count this bread up Uh, my old bitch trippin' see me doin' better Uh, my new bitch trippin' say she sick and fed up I just give her dick then head and let her air the stress out Uh, he don't want smoke that boy a veteran Uh, ruler clips fuck street measurements If he start shit then we endin' it Countin' up Borden's, these ain't Benjamin's Uh, do a whole nigga and it's evident Uh, you the type to bring it on the internet What, keep a stick or two? We ain't into that Uh, pull up where he cool and we leave 'em dead [Chorus: Burna Bandz] They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin' Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on [Verse 2: WhyG] Plug throw the brick like a alley-oop I'ma leave a nigga wet like a bowl of soup You can catch me in the woods like a racoon And this glizzy got a mop this ain't a broom And I'm in the trap same clothes, cartoon And your bitch wanna hang with all the goons I was in school trappin' out the washroom If I see an opp, I'ma fly 'em to the moon Balenciaga socks but got kicks This habad look like Smith & Wesson but it's glizz When I run 'em down, I'ma hit 'em up in his head I'ma leave 'em right there where he is If you look at my neck and it look like a fridge I could eye out a brick, I don't even use a ditch And your bitch a cannibal, she ate my kids I need a rollie, I already got diamond links on my wrist [Chorus: Burna Bandz] They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin' Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on