Conway the Machine - Way we move lyrics

You ni**as tweet, but when you see us, you don’t speak up, n***a (Huh) I’ll get you touched in any city, I got reach, my n***a (Anywhere) I’ll pistol-whip your big homie, pick his teeth up, n***a Fronted you work, I need my bread before the week up, n***a (Where my bread at, p***y ) I sold a n***a a brick of soft (No cap) S**t almost disappeared when he rinsed it off Now he blowin’ up my phone, but I’ma miss them calls F**k ’em, he from outta town, and my back was against the wall (F**k you, n***a) Lil’ bro, I love him, I catch a homi’ for him (My twin) Caught so many bodies, I wanna take his shotty from him (You gotta chill, n***a) Take the gun from his palm Replace it with the Quran, now he followin’ Islam (Studied your lessons ) I’m from the bottom, had to figure the ways To get from off of the street corner, dealin’ with Js (No cap) Baggin’ twelve 12s, five 8s, givin’ ’em plays (Here, take that) I went from that to rockin’ Coachella, killin’ the stage (Talk to ’em) In the streets you gotta keep your tool (Keep your tool) More paper than my teacher, never went to school (Went to school) Young ni**as run the streets, you know we act a fool (You know we act a fool) Buckwild, Glocks on us, that’s the way we move (That’s the way we move) Uh, in the streets you gotta keep your tool (Keep your tool) More paper than my teacher, never went to school (Frr, beep) Young ni**as run the streets, you know we act a fool Buckwild, Glocks on us (Bah), that’s the way we move Look, McQueen kicks with the air bubbles Thirty little shooters that’ll air for you (No cap) I miss my n***a, I’ll put one up in the air for you (I miss my n***a) Think about you, I drop a tear for you Uh, pop a n***a in his leg muscle (No cap) No fistfights, we don’t dare tussle (Not at all, n***a) Forty in the Montclair bubble (Uh huh), let me just make this s**t clear for you We keep it on us, we don’t fear trouble (Boom boom boom boom) At Bergdorf buyin’ drip, get dressed in the store (No cap) Hit my connect with the bag I collected off tour (I’m on my way) Uh, as you can expect, I’m connected for sure (Hah) I’ll have Shots leave you stretched and left for the law (Walked down on him) Hit you with two more shots before I exit the door (No cap) I bet you ni**as won’t test me no more (Nah) Yeah, me and Big Ghost like the new Guru and Preem Gang Starr, just a few years, I became a star (Let’s go, talk to ’em) In the streets you gotta keep your tool (Keep your tool) More paper than my teacher, never went to school (Went to school) Young ni**as run the streets, you know we act a fool (You know we act a fool) Buckwild, Glocks on us, that’s the way we move (That’s the way we move) Uh, in the streets you gotta keep your tool (Keep your tool) More paper than my teacher, never went to school (Frr, beep) Young ni**as run the streets, you know we act a fool Buckwild, Glocks on us (Bah), that’s the way we move