Moving On Burna Bandz (Ft. Why G)

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh
Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh
Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin'
Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's
Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on
Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong
Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long
Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on

[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Fuck a bitch, Robert Borden never did me wrong
And every time I count enough, they always came around
Take a pack outta town, I'm tryna break it down
We ain't have nuttin', couldn't stay down
Keep my head up while I count this bread up
Uh, my old bitch trippin' see me doin' better
Uh, my new bitch trippin' say she sick and fed up
I just give her dick then head and let her air the stress out
Uh, he don't want smoke that boy a veteran
Uh, ruler clips fuck street measurements
If he start shit then we endin' it
Countin' up Borden's, these ain't Benjamin's
Uh, do a whole nigga and it's evident
Uh, you the type to bring it on the internet
What, keep a stick or two? We ain't into that
Uh, pull up where he cool and we leave 'em dead