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Da Move

 

Da Move


What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it
When his bitch come around you know I'm checking chicken
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented
Why these niggas talking money, I don't see 'em get it
Why these niggas talking shooting, I don't think you with it
That's your bitch but not to me, I'm going deep up in it
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish
I been creeping with the forty, I got thirty in it
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget

All this mud in my system, it's a stain on my kidneys
Two twin Glocks, that's that Bobby and that Whitney
I ain't sliding to that show if that strap ain't with me
Mixing with that nerd so you getting stanked with him
Your fans get your name tatted so you know you lit
But if I make it out the hood then I know I'm blessed
Gas straight to the pedal, I don't never race
DJ Khaled type shit bitch, we the best
Winning team, watch you up that TEC on him
Shooters on my team, they'll blow that rat for me
Talking out his neck, had to up and stretch brodie
In your section bitch, and I got that check on me

What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it
When his bitch come around you know I'm checking chicken
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented
Why these niggas talking money, I don't see 'em get it
Why these niggas talking shooting, I don't think you with it
That's your bitch but not to me, I'm going deep up in it
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish
I been creeping with the forty, I got thirty in it
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget

Hundred rounds, that's a hundun
Rat niggas, they be sweet like some Hon' Buns
You ain't trap lil nigga, you a fucking bum
Hundred K on the whip, drive it through the slums
She gon' chew on the dick like some bubblegum
Three five in the wood, that's a stunner blunt
Fuck your mama, motherfuck where you niggas from
She gon' suck on the dick 'til a nigga cum
That's how we do it, on the set though
OTX, been dough, we get the checks though
I don't want your love, I only want the neck ho
I'm in the hotel, I'm waiting on the next ho

What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it
When his bitch come around you know I'm checking chicken
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented
Why these niggas talking money, I don't see 'em get it
Why these niggas talking shooting, I don't think you with it
That's your bitch but not to me, I'm going deep up in it
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish
I been creeping with the forty, I got thirty in it
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget

Talking like you shooting shit, boy you play too much
Type of niggas that I be around wouldn't say too much
High tolerance, I cannot match you, I'ma face the blunt
And we the reason all these loyal couples out here breaking up
And what the fuck you throwing up, what you bang nigga?
What me and D just poured up in that liter have your brain tripping
Foreign, park the whip with dealer plates but it ain't rented
'Cause when you know they can't trace nothing back, that's a great feeling
And I'm in need of every blessing 'cause I stay sinning
Chilling in the house when it's a war, pussy stay chilling
Just got started talking shit, bro I ain't finished
Devil in my head but I know that I can't listen
Why everybody changing up like they bills big?
And my pain never healed, bro I'm still sick
Could've lived a better life but I'm still risking it
I'm a fresh ass prince, I be Will Smithing it
And when they ask how I'm acting, they like still different
And you know your mans a rat, but y'all still kicking it
Diss my mans who in peace, then you will visit him
Them hoes that won't DM you back, my lil bro pimping 'em

What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it
When his bitch come around you know I'm checking chicken
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented
Why these niggas talking money, I don't see 'em get it
Why these niggas talking shooting, I don't think you with it
That's your bitch but not to me, I'm going deep up in it
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish
I been creeping with the forty, I got thirty in it
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget, ayy

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