Lyrics
Yeah
Brr, brr
Uh, look
I'm still at it, I'm still getting to it (I'm still at it)
Any obstacles in front of me, I'm getting through it (Machine, bitch)
Every verse you niggas spitting, this a different shootin'
Please, they gave you a gun to squeeze and you didn't do it (That shit trap)
Machine, b***h, I make different music (Uh), my shit is fluid (Uh)
Beat the shit out of mics, like I'm Lennox Lewis (Hahaha)
I'm the truest, I checked my bank account today
That shit was looking foolish, seven figures had me drooling (Ooh)
Look, y'all niggas too lazy, y'all too comfortable (Uh)
You gotta go take yours, it ain't gon' come to you (You gotta go get that)
Don't matter how much success somebody want for you
You eat what you kill, don't let nobody hunt for you (Don't let nobody get your bag)
I pulled up fashionably late, but I'm still punctual (I mean)
When you own the label, you do what the f*** you wanna do (Ha)
We'll move on you and them little niggas up under you
Spin a bag, they run down, peel your top like a Lunchable
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I know you ain't heard from a nigga in a while
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'm fashionably late, nigga, check out my style
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'ma make it hard for you niggas, I swear
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
Keep a spare, only, only be prepared
You know how we move, boy
You know what the f*** we got on us, nigga
You know what's gon' happen to you
You know how we move, boy
You niggas know what the f*** time it is, nigga
This is DrumWork shit, nigga
You know how we move
We all motherf***ing killers, dealers
And motherf***ing cap peelers, nigga
You know how we move, boy
Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga
I promise you, nigga, yeah
Brr, brr
Uh, look
I'm still at it, I'm still getting to it (I'm still at it)
Any obstacles in front of me, I'm getting through it (Machine, bitch)
Every verse you niggas spitting, this a different shootin'
Please, they gave you a gun to squeeze and you didn't do it (That shit trap)
Machine, b***h, I make different music (Uh), my shit is fluid (Uh)
Beat the shit out of mics, like I'm Lennox Lewis (Hahaha)
I'm the truest, I checked my bank account today
That shit was looking foolish, seven figures had me drooling (Ooh)
Look, y'all niggas too lazy, y'all too comfortable (Uh)
You gotta go take yours, it ain't gon' come to you (You gotta go get that)
Don't matter how much success somebody want for you
You eat what you kill, don't let nobody hunt for you (Don't let nobody get your bag)
I pulled up fashionably late, but I'm still punctual (I mean)
When you own the label, you do what the f*** you wanna do (Ha)
We'll move on you and them little niggas up under you
Spin a bag, they run down, peel your top like a Lunchable
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I know you ain't heard from a nigga in a while
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'm fashionably late, nigga, check out my style
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
I'ma make it hard for you niggas, I swear
You niggas gon' get used to me, huh
Keep a spare, only, only be prepared
You know how we move, boy
You know what the f*** we got on us, nigga
You know what's gon' happen to you
You know how we move, boy
You niggas know what the f*** time it is, nigga
This is DrumWork shit, nigga
You know how we move
We all motherf***ing killers, dealers
And motherf***ing cap peelers, nigga
You know how we move, boy
Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga
I promise you, nigga, yeah