Rich The Kid – Still Movin’ (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2023-05-02

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Rich The Kid goes drill, releases the music video for the song, “Still Movin'” featuring Fivio Foreign & Jay Critch. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track produced by A Lau & EliWTF.

Rich The Kid is someone who has been through a lot throughout his career. However, through the creation of his own label, Rich has been able to be self-sustaining. He is someone who owns his own music, and it has allowed him to do as he pleases. Overall, this is a sign that RTK has some of the best business acumen in the game. He has put some artists on the map, all while delivering his own projects. Even now, fans still sing his praises, and they are always looking forward to what he is going to deliver next.

As someone who is tapped in with the New York culture, it should come as no surprise that he would try his hand at Brooklyn Drill. Pop Smoke really helped put this subgenre on the map. However, guys like Fivio Foreign are now taking the baton. Subsequently, Rich The Kid has teamed up with Fivio, as well as his artist Jay Critch for a new track called “Still Movin.’”

As soon as you put on the track, you are hit with some high-pitched vocal samples. From there, the heavy 808s come in, and the whole vibe of the song immediately tells you this is some Drill. Overall, Rich The Kid does a good job navigating this production with his flow and inflections. Of course, Jay Critch and Fivio Foreign fit in very naturally here. This is the production they are used to, and they help elevate the song.

Rich The Kid – Still Movin’ (ft. Fivio Foreign & Jay Critch) (prod. A Lau & EliWTF)

27 April 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

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[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yeah, I like this one
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
(A Lau on the beat)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Fivio Foreign]
I got the Glock in the party, nigga move wrong, I’m bustin’ the .40
Ride up in, then get a band to my shorty
Popped his brain now any mind, I’m on it (What?)
I give a nine for a ten-pack (Uh)
He missed the first time, spin back
He’ll blow it on peaker, call back
Start the beat, gotta wait a minute (Yeah, for real)
Then got it on rap (Haha), I came home from trappin’
Hundred bricks, still movin’ (Yeah)
Bedrock (Uh), I put the bitch in a headlock (Uh)
Most of my confidence dead stopped (Uh, yeah, look, uh)

[Interlude: Fivio Foreign]
Let’s do it (Haha)
The hardest niggas not stoppin’ us, yeah (Nah)
I’ll go on the run, but I’m too popular, look (Look, uh)
I’ll go on the—, look, huh, yeah (I’m too popular)

[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
Hop in a— (Skrrt), police behind us, them niggas not stoppin’ us (Nah)
I’ll go on the run, but I’m too popular (Lil’ bitch)
We got like three or four Glocks with us
Get that feelin’ we bringin’ the mob with us
I be low, ’cause they fiendin’ to lock somethin’
We sellin’ Percs, when I wake ’em, I cop ’em up (Yeah)
Uh (Uh), yeah (Yeah), can’t find him, we shootin’ his father (Boom)
Uh (Boom), yeah (Yeah), niggas’ll die if they comin’ to bother us (Boom)
Like, huh (Yeah), huh, you niggas don’t know what you started up (Nah)
Huh, yeah, only the drillers could get in the car with us (Skrrt)
She give me head when she comin’ to V
Back out the—, uh, and I cum on the seats
I tell the driver “Don’t look back, nigga
It ain’t nothin’ to see” (Look, woo)
Huh, yeah (Yeah), I spend mad money on my feet (I did)
Look, huh, yeah, I spend mad money on my feet

[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
And I gotta ride with it under the seat (Boom)
Run up on me and you diamonds can peak (Two)
I’m in the crib with a couple of freaks
And they stay on the bed, like they stuck to the sheets (Hey)
I ran it up, and I’m still the hood favorite
I’m always showin’ that love to the streets
And you know brodie be stuck to the heat
If he let it off, gon’ up a degree (Damn)
Tell her bend over, she touch her knees (Ayy)
Give her dick and now she thinkin’ ’bout it
Niggas really pussy, when I think about it
I just poured the Sprite and now it’s pink around it
I came a long way, used to hit a stain
Shit still crazy, when I think about it (Yeah)
Oh, he think he tough, well, my shooter’s crazy
Nigga, don’t you even go and blick around it (Dirty, dirty)
Water on me, like I’m sick of rhymin’ (Ayy)
‘Member niggas tried to jump ship
Well, let them niggas go and send around me
Drop a bag, have a shooter side
Go skate on ’em, at the rink around ’em
Diamonds movin’, like rope bounce
Bad lil’ bitch with her toes out
She pull up and suck souls out (Hey)

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