I'm Moving

Intro: Oh, oh, it's Kreayshawn bro [Verse 1: Kreayshawn] Oh, guess what, I'm up on this track I'll lay you down on your back, with the mac I bet you didn't know, but I knew it You fucking blew it, let's fucking do it Yeah, cause I'm swag surfin' On the swag tsunami yeah I'm surfin But I can't swim, but I'll be ridin' that wave all mothafucking day Yeah, I got the fucking swag flu bro I'm coughing on your bitch and I hope she don't get it Cause I got it, bitch I rock it That swag flu shit makes me want to stop it And look, I went to the store and got some shit Yeah that shit was looking better than your bitch In the picture, I wish I was kicking it with you But I can't so I'mma go do my fucking dance bitch What it do, I'm gonna fuck your crew And after I'm done then I'm gonna kill you I will kill you, and it's nothing to me Run up on you with the Jimmy and the Kimmy Pull out the Tommy, like salami I make sandwiches, Italian deli Bitch I'm so heavy, like a fucking weight Lift me up, pull me down, I'm off the ground I'm too heavy for you to carry around [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] Put me on your back girl Run around with me on your back Like a piggy back ride I run up when I ride girl And the side girl got the mac girl And if you acting crazy then I'll have to react girl Don't fucking play with me like it's a joke Not on facebook, I will fucking poke You in the eye, and I don't play I hope you lose your vision, I'm from the Bay You can't see me, or on t.v Maybe on ustream, you can really act like you know me When you add me on twitter Don't be acting like hella bitter When I don't follow you back It's nothing personal You ain't cooler than me, your status ain't tight But I will, update all night And all day, I don't fucking give a shit Fuck everything, and fuck your fucking bitch Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck I can't fucking stop cussing Shit, fucking, whore I fucking love cussing Shit, bitch, ho Fucking, shit [Laughing] I don't know all the cuss words But i'll keep it lit Fuck You Bitch [Verse 3: Kreayshawn] Yeah, yeah, I'm going fucking ham I'm going fucking spam And I will kill your man I will kill your mama And I will kill your dog I won't kill your kitty But i'll steal her and put her in a bag And take her home, and she can play with my cat too My cat's a fucking goon, she's a real goon I got a fucking text message Who it be, it's Lil B, from the pack Hey I got five on the dro if you get a blunt Man you already know, I had a bag of dro Somewhere and I lost it I think I gotta go look for it It is in my pocket Outro: Yaaaayyy !