Moonwalking (ft. Piif Jones, AK & Ju Banga)

Moonwalking
[Intro: Dave East]
What the f*** do you mean?
What the f*** do you mean? Huh?
F*** do you mean?
F*** do you mean?
Uh, uh, f*** do you mean?
Uh, uh, f*** do you mean?
F*** do you mean, f*** do you mean, f*** do you mean?

What the f*** do you mean?
F*** do you mean?
What the f*** do you mean?
F*** do you mean?
What the f*** do you mean?
What the f*** do you mean?
Uh, what the f*** do you mean?
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Tell me, what the f*** do you mean? You never slept in the track
You never had them people at yo’ door you never slept with a strap
You never called a contact from the crack when you stepped in the track
And you never had a dime bitch talkin’ shit with her head in your lap
You never bagged up a pack, you don’t know how to get back
You be surrounded by rats, get robbed you not gettin’ it back
You never been with a fiend, you never witnessed a murder
You never been on a scene the type that we ain’t never heard of
My bitch in love with the purses, I might go pick up a Birkin
I’m killin’ these niggas on purpose, I don’t mix the Henny, I’m swervin’
I know how to get it in person, you know how to get it by scammin’
I’m ‘bout to whip up a mansion, I walk in and bitches is scramblin’

I got no interest in gamblin’, wanna bet? Bet wit’ ya life
They ain’t searchin’, get it in the night
It’ll lock up if you whip it right
You a plug gettin’ niggas life, my plug got a different price
Back and forth on the interstate, I’m just hopin’ shorty bring a friend tonight
You ain’t never had a sit-down, conversatin’ wit’ the big homie
(?) wit’ the SIG on me, my youngins aimin’ at yo’ wig only
[Chorus: Dave East]
Headshots from a rooftop
Lead in my mouth like I’m 2Pac
I been woke up by a few shots
I don’t need no roof, get the coupe drop
I been woke up by a few shots
Lead in my mouth like I’m 2Pac
Don’t need no roof, get the coupe drop
I don’t need no roof, get the coupe drop
I (?) at a new spot
Break down the product wit’ two thots
One kitchen, I got two pots
Hidin’ grams in my tube socks
[Verse 2: Piif Jones]
I went on tour, and I got a bag, and now these f*** niggas mad at me
I’m on my shit, these labels is callin’, I’m guessin’ that they got the bag for me
All of them bitches that fronted when I had no money, I swear they all trash to me
Now I got hoes wit’ dough, they f*** me good, then they get the bag for me

Mama cookin’ up work, fiends in and out, swear it’s like a trap house
Couple niggas in the hall watchin’ out for boys, had the shit mapped out
First thing streets told me, “Better let it go if you gotta back out”
Seen a ni*** get shot and he had the grip, now a ni*** assed out
We be movin’ all the bricks, takin’ all the trips, waitin’ for the cash out
We ain’t even gotta talk, bitches all up on us ‘cause they see a bag now
F*** a train, we takin’ cabs now it say Gucci on my bag now
Cop a Louis, straight cash now give a f*** about a tag now
Shooter get the grippin’ every club, I could give a f*** how niggas act now
I just tell them pu*** niggas back up ‘fore you really get backed down
Told them niggas I’m the best, had to get it up, bet you that’s a fact now
All the talkin’ ‘bout the work, never seen no money get up in the trap now
You never been in a raid six in the morning wit’ guns in your face
You never been so afraid, duckin’ shots and your homie get grazed
I done seen niggas kill for it, niggas really gettin’ a feel for it
‘Member we was in the hills for it, now we all up in the billboards

[Verse 3: ]
She suckin’ the dick and I hope I don’t crash
She fuckin’ your bitch while I’m dippin’ the dash