

Prompt / Lyrics
“Raymond, That Ain’t Movable” Genre: Hip-Hop / Pop with a Caribbean twist By: The Real Moving Crew (Joe, Dillon, Brandon & Paul) ⸻ [Intro – Joe (auto-tuned swagger)] Yo Ray… This ain’t no IKEA run, bruh. We ain’t magicians — we movers. And that ain’t even gonna fit out the door… ⸻ [Verse 1 – Dillon (melodic rap)] Raymond said, “Two couches, that’s it.” We pull up—what the hell is this shit? Hot tub, treadmill, eight-piece drum kit, Client talkin’ like we planned this skit. We text dispatch, they say, “You good.” But this ain’t no condo, it’s a damn backwood. Chainsaws, statues, concrete blocks— Raymond, quit quotin’ from your TikTok. ⸻ [Hook – Brandon (Pop melody)] No, no, no, Raymond, that ain’t movable, Told ‘em two chairs, but the load not doable. Sold ‘em a dream, now we losin’ our minds— Movin’ whole mountains with bungee lines. Raymond, this ain’t right, nah, not at all, Don’t book the job if you ain’t seen the haul. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Paul (Caribbean tone)] Raymond, what you think this is? A joke move? You booked a jungle gym and gave me one dude. “Couple small items,” that’s what you claim— But I’m stair-steppin’ fridges like it’s a damn game. You chillin’ in the office with your clean white shoes, I’m haulin’ hot tubs with a short crew. Next time you quote, better ask for pics— Or I’m sendin’ that dolly straight back to dispatch, quick. ⸻ [Bridge – Joe (singing)] I’m tired of rollin’ into scenes from a nightmare, While Ray sippin’ coffee in his air chair. Call Center kingpin, hands never dirty— But we breakin’ backs while he out here flirty. ⸻ [Final Hook – All (Pop anthem vibe)] Raymond, that ain’t movable, not even close, You got us stretchin’ like a yoga pose. Movin’ grand pianos through attic beams— Tellin’ lies like you buildin’ dreams. No more, Ray—quit makin’ it worse, You quote the job, but we leave in a hearse. [Verse 3 – Joe] Walked in, saw pallets stacked to the roof, Raymond booked a move like we bulletproof. “This should be easy” — bruh, you high? That’s a warehouse shipment, not a 2-man try. They needed a forklift, not a moving van, Now we draggin’ engine blocks by hand. I called dispatch, said “Y’all insane?” Client said, “Raymond promised you’d bring a crane.” ⸻ [Verse 4 – Brandon] I ain’t tryna be rude but I’m losin’ my grip, Should’ve brought straps, a jack, and a damn forklift. It’s always “small move,” then it’s loadin’ steel, Ray out here fakin’ like he workin’ the field. I got sweat in my boots, back in a knot, While you sittin’ up cozy takin’ screenshots. This ain’t Amazon, this is brute force, So next time check weight before we roll that course.
Tags
Hip-Hop/Pop, male
5:03
No
6/12/2025