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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, bitch, 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 (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) I pulled up fashionably late, but I'm still punctual (I mean) When you own the label, you do what the fuck you wanna do (Ha) We'll move on you and them little niggas up under you Spin a bag, they run down, pull your top like a luncheon 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 Letras de cancionesYou niggas gon' get used to me, huh Keep a spare, only, only be prepared You know how we move, boy You know what the fuck we got on us, nigga You know what's gon' happen to you You know how we move, boy You niggas know what the fuck time it is, nigga This is Drumwork shit, nigga You know how we move We all motherfuckin' killers, dealers Motherfuckin' cat killers, nigga You know how we move, boy Eastside Buffalo shit, May Block, nigga I promise you, nigga From Letras Mania