Mentos (Movin' Different) Lyrics

I put a beam on the switch and I flipped it, bitch I'm not talkin' Nintendo

I got the got drums and the bass and I'm moving different, nobody my tempo

Full tank of the gas, skrt off, I reup the box I'm not talkin' Bentos

Out here sellin' chocolates, homie popped a mint I'm not talkin' Mentos

I'm moving different

I was fucked up for a minute but I'm back on my fuckshit

And even if I'm crawlin' back, droppin' songs and tracks, Ima army of one kid

Butterflies on me, in my pockets in case that the rockets I got malfunction

If a boy talk crazy I'll make him 180 I'll trash and I'll sweep and I'll dust him

I'm moving different, you know if I said twice then I said it right, hoe

I don't need fifteen minutes to tell you I run this shit, what's Geico

If I hear a (pew) I'll end it ducking fast and that's not a typo

Hella ice on me and it's Christmas bitch Ima turn this shit to light show

I got that dog in me, but it's not to eat and it's still fuck PetSmart

Stomp on a bitch on the curb if you say the wrong word, your blood on my checkmark

Bitch I'm that fuckin' guy, told the mirror "Hi" cuz I wanted to meet Him

Took off my shirt, uh huh now all of the hoes start leavin'

I'm on different planet, everybody think Ima crackhead

You cannot feed off of all of my energy, you cannot understand it

Say you want smoke let's smoke, swing first don't tell me let's go

I'm icy I'm cold, I put a coat on on top of my coat

I'm on different planet, everybody think Ima crackhead

You cannot feed off of all of my energy, you cannot understand it

Say you want smoke let's smoke, swing first don't tell me let's go

I'm icy I'm cold, I put a coat on on top of my coat

I put a beam on the switch and I flipped it, bitch I'm not talkin' Nintendo

I got the got drums and the bass and I'm moving different, nobody my tempo

Full tank of the gas, skrt off, I reup the box I'm not talkin' Bentos

Out here sellin' chocolates, homie popped a mint I'm not talkin' Mentos

I'm moving different

I was fucked up for a minute but I'm back on my fuckshit

And even if I'm crawlin' back, droppin' songs and tracks, Ima army of one kid

Butterflies on me, in my pockets in case that the rockets I got malfunction

If a boy talk crazy I'll make him 180 I'll trash and I'll sweep and I'll dust him