Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Finna Move Out, artist - Cyraq. Date of issue: 19.01.2021
Song language: English
You Finna Move Out |
| Uh, yuh, you know what I’m saying |
| Nigga just, uhm, nigga just gotta move out |
| You know what I’m saying |
| Or die or something, you know what I’m saying |
| I don’t get the point of dissing really because we can just meet up |
| And just have a shootout in an open field |
| So like, if you ever wanted some smoke, we can just do that |
| Meet up and kill each other, you know what I’m saying |
| Team death match, you ain’t calling the law |
| Or none of that shit, you know what I’m saying, just like that |
| Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
| Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
| She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
| Shoot through his window, you finna move out |
| Glock .26, the Drac' go too loud |
| 32 strikes to the face, now you out |
| Look at the sco', these niggas got blew out |
| We shoot back in his lane, get a new route |
| My uncle moved, now it’s your turn |
| Shoot when we turn, don’t make no turn |
| I’ll create a killer if you wanna learn |
| Throw one punch if you wanna burn |
| We shot first, quit capping at hoes |
| Pull up where you stay and we clapping them poles |
| Ran out with his bitch I be having them hoes |
| I ain’t kissing I’m fucking and laughing at hoes |
| I told yo bitch just give me a break |
| Reach for my chain you gon' reach in the lake |
| Ima just shoot him, then beat the case |
| I called Top Shoota, he creeping today |
| Just shot me a nigga, ain’t sleeping today |
| We finna trade guns and meet em today |
| Favorite opp bitch gon' eat me today |
| Just call me Josh, I’ma sleep with the Drac' |
| We in the trap with it, he gotta strap |
| But he gon get clapped when a nigga get shot with it |
| Or get slapped with it |
| Clip like a date, I’m taking you out with it |
| We not beefing if you on the apps with it |
| Went in my bodies, it was for no reason |
| I hope it ain’t up, cause I get to squeezing |
| My old hoe broke, she heard I’m leaving |
| Catch me a opp, shoot first, it’s easy |
| Stand over and finish, I’m doing my special |
| I’m not John Cena, I don’t wanna wrestle |
| Before it get deep, I’ma pull out that metal |
| Now he finna dance, he twist like a pretzel |
| Somebody help him, we just left him |
| Right in the woods, somebody gon' smell him |
| Drive by with a new hammer and nail him |
| Murder she wrote, pull up to his address |
| Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
| Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
| She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
| Shoot through his window, you finna move out |
| Pull up to this address, let’s have a shootout |
| Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now |
| She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now |
| Shoot through his window, you finna move out |