What U Movin

Lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah, I love the blow Spaceships Yeah, coke parties (Grimlin) [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] She sniffing cocaine off the table Migo plug off a white gold I'm in Texas looking for the Act They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back" My whole hood full of gang bangers I ain't selling you shit if you ain't gang banging Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you moving? [Verse 1: Jimmy Rocket & Waka Flocka Flame] Trap, trap, trap, trap (Half a brick) Trap, trap, trap, trap (Whole motherfucking brick) Old niggas out here living off them old war stories Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket, go shoot up the place Yeah, keep playing, them young niggas hop and they get it spraying The K got a drum like I played in the band And the grip on this stick is the size of a can When I let this bitch go, it's gon' sing like Roxanne We sending them shots at your memory glands Like Minecraft, we gon' take over your land You don't think she got ace in the cut At your door boy, that boy Pizza Hut I'm a dog to these hoes like a mutt I'm on Roosevelt, chilling with Theodore We got big guns, you haven't see before Keep me two K's like I don't fuck with EA Sports Most of these rappers remind me of [?] I was hard headed, nigga, I ain't never go to school Young nigga shit, hitting licks what I used to do Two niggas hopping out the Benz just like an Uber pool, Jimmy, yeah [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] She sniffing cocaine off the table Migo plug off a white gold I'm in Texas looking for the Act They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back" My whole hood full of gang bangers I ain't selling you shit if you ain't gang banging Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you moving? [Verse 2: Jimmy Rocket & Waka Flocka Flame] Get to the money, nigga, what you doin'? What you movin'? Extendos, extendos, we don't play Nintendo We hop out them rentals and walk that boy down Put your thoughts on the ground I do not talk 'bout my jewellery too loud You know that lame shit is not allowed I'm in your hood, and you not around They don't want beef like a cow I got these hoes turning heads like an owl You niggas is dead if Big Homie go, "Bow" That stick get to waving like it's in a crowd These double-oh-seven guys ain't got no sound These fuck niggas talkin' down Got some shit too a nigga word around town Niggas get to singing on the stand, James Brown I'll leave a nigga body in the lost-and-found If you wanna be up, gotta stay down All these hoes getting bussed like a Greyhound I'm a young fly nigga, being honest 'Cause I been getting bucks, Giannis I'ma run to that bag like Sonic, lil' Jimmy [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] She sniffing cocaine off the table Migo plug off a white gold I'm in Texas looking for the Act They like, "Waka Flocka Flame back" My whole hood full of gang bangers I ain't selling you shit if you ain't gang banging Your name ain't ringing if you ain't shooting Fuck the club, bitch we dope swinging, what you moving?