I'm Moving

Let me out of this fuckin’ box [Verse 1, Sinatti Pop] Liar liar pants on fire Try to get your buzz up while I fly higher I used to have to break my neck to buy tires Now my attire is something to be desired And I’m the guy with the twinkle in his eye That these girls walk by always trying to act fly So why would I knowin’ life is do or die not do the shit I gotta do I gotta do it bye These cats think they’re runnin’ laps what you think you got me gone I’ve been on the team since all them songs I’m actually moving at the refresh rate of the screen you watch me on So stutter like the shutter they shot me on Super high-def peace to wyclef I’m taking off till November and you ain’t even fly yet They think I’m lying ‘cause I ain’t tryin’ to sign yet You little dick brain pussy fuck your mindset Don’t try to box me in and please don’t align us I’m not them you know rap cats that rhyme tough And those that matter don’t mind us So put your money down grind up you know where to find us [Hook, Sinatti Pop] Man I’m moving I got it all mapped out I give a damn what you talkin’ about Man I’m moving I don’t wanna go that route baby boy I’m trying to cop this house Man I’m moving It’s a crib so big that I don’t let these fuckers know where I live Man I’m moving And this is serious biz I got no time to be out here with these kids So keep moving [Verse 2, Sinatti Pop] You want the high life you want the fly life let’s keep it real playboy you want my life I can see it in you I can see the envy I can see the fake smiles the “Hi, I’m pretending” You like me but you don’t, wanna strike me but you won’t ‘Cause somebody might knife that windpipe up in your throat I’m so loved I’m so popular I’m so high above your level like on top of ya Wanna see the guy you probably need binoculars ‘Cause you’re beneath me like some feces Bird droppings ughhh Ok anyway time to hit the car wash See I’ll be pulling hardtop drops off of car lots Digging up in broads’ soft spots till my balls pop It’s everything it’s cracked up to be raw rock I’m getting money for my music while you’re all washed up And can’t do shit but sit and watch the ball drop So how you like me now pal how’s your seating How you like these motherfuckin’ apple I’ve been eating How you like the stems on these women I’ve been seen with And how you like pretending when all your friends all follow me [Hook, Sinatti Pop] Man I’m moving I got it all mapped out I give a damn what you talkin’ about Man I’m moving I don’t wanna go that route baby boy I’m trying to cop this house Man I’m moving It’s a crib so big that I don’t let these fuckers know where I live Man I’m moving And this is serious biz I got no time to be out here with these kids So keep moving [Hook, Sinatti Pop] Man I’m moving I got it all mapped out I give a damn what you talkin’ about Man I’m moving I don’t wanna go that route baby boy I’m trying to cop this house Man I’m moving It’s a crib so big that I don’t let these fuckers know where I live Man I’m moving And this is serious biz I got no time to be out here with these kids So keep moving