Cyraq - You Finna Move Out lyrics

{Intro: Cyraq} Uh, yuh, you know what I'm saying ni**a just, uhm, ni**a just gotta move out You know what I'm saying Or die or something, you know what I'm saying I don't get the point of dissing really because we can just meet up And just have a shootout in an open field So like, if you ever wanted some smoke, we can just do that Meet up and kill each other, you know what I'm saying Team death match, you ain't calling the law Or none of that sh*t, you know what I'm saying, just like that {Chorus: Cyraq} Pull up to this address, let's have a shootout Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now Shoot through his window, you finna move out Glock .26, the Drac' go too loud 32 strikes to the face, now you out {Verse 1: Cyraq} Look at the sco', these ni**as got blew out We shoot back in his lane, get a new route My uncle moved, now it's your turn Shoot when we turn, don't make no turn I'll create a killer if you wanna learn Throw one punch if you wanna burn We shot first, quit capping at hoes Pull up where you stay and we clapping them poles Ran out with his b*tch I be having them hoes I ain't kissing I'm fu*king and laughing at hoes I told yo b*tch just give me a break Reach for my chain you gon' reach in the lake Ima just shoot him, then beat the case I called Top Shoota, he creeping today Just shot me a ni**a, ain't sleeping today We finna trade guns and meet em today Favorite opp b*tch gon' eat me today Just call me Josh, I'ma sleep with the Drac' We in the trap with it, he gotta strap But he gon get clapped when a ni**a get shot with it Or get slapped with it Clip like a date, I'm taking you out with it We not beefing if you on the apps with it Went in my bodies, it was for no reason I hope it ain't up, cause I get to squeezing My old hoe broke, she heard I'm leaving Catch me a opp, shoot first, it's easy Stand over and finish, I'm doing my special I'm not John Cena, I don't wanna wrestle Before it get deep, I'ma pull out that metal Now he finna dance, he twitching like a pretzel Somebody help him, we just left him Right in the woods, somebody gon' smell him Drive by with a new hammer and nail him Murder she wrote, pull up to his address {Chorus: Cyraq} Pull up to this address, let's have a shootout Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now Shoot through his window, you finna move out Pull up to this address, let's have a shootout Boy you gone pop who, you better shoot now She wanna eat up cause I got some loot now Shoot through his window, you finna move out