Losing Weight

[Intro]
Oh, here we go
You see that!? That’s a dude who's been to heaven, bitch, and you wanna test God?
You fuckin' come get it, shit stack

[Chorus]
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight

[Verse 1]
New drop, did that
Two drops, 6 flat
All blues, bet that
40 Star, rep that
Next move, neck tat'
Something light, respect that
I’m tellin' you don’t waste my time 'cause, boy, you will regret that
Money movеs like the ATL homie
Roll strong joints likе the ACL on me
Gotta roll smart, don't want ATF on me
All night long, rep the Island strongly
Effortless, made your girl horny
Not my fault, got the braids on me
Calm down, son, I ain't linkin' up
I'm too busy gettin' paid, homie
Can you hear me now like Verizon, nigga?
Can you see how my net worth is rising, nigga?
I won't leave the crib unless I'm grabbin' cash
While yo' ass tryna chill, just vibin', nigga
If you mess with the bread it gets violent, nigga
If you ain't got the funds stay silent, nigga
I'm with the Gambinos but I ain't childish, nigga
I'm countin' bands, C-Notes, they pilin', nigga

[Chorus]
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight

[Verse 2]
I been runnin' this shit since I'm 14
When I get booked I pull up to court clean
Spin the X5, drifting in sport, mean
Ya' boy's a barker, ain't talkin' 'bout Kourtney
No bite, something light and he can't fight
My squad run down on him like a sports team
He in ICU by the end of the night
He woke up like, "Damn, that was the worst dream"
Focus on, we back on the paper
But if you wanna talk shit then we on a hater
And I been goin' up like an escalator
Always on my grind like a pro skater
40RX pop ya' top off with a jar of super
Way back my crib was hawked by state troopers
Y'all niggas don’t know the half the shit you spit
Me and my fam don’t really talk, we just hit you quick
Word to Jared, if you ain't fam', there ain't no spliff to spliff
All my niggas riders, get the money, dip in whips
40 Star forever, don’t ever forget this shit

[Chorus]
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
I, I got, I got a lot of moves to make
And I ain’t on a diet, but I’m losing weight