Move (feat. G Thugg)

(Hit 'em with the Jab)

Ayy, big racks, havin' that (Buddha blessed this beat)

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, 50 drums, a hundred guns

Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'?

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

Put it like this, niggas ain't on shit unless they with they crew

Look at my bitch and she even got way more heart than they do

Budda blessed this beat, he sent it to me, then I blessed it too

Nigga mention me, threaten me, drop check instantly, soon as the text got through

Track' is a quarter of this 'Rari truck, already ordered it, niggas are late

Gotta feel a G6 from the safe today, safe to say, shit ain't safe

Talkin' money, I ain't heard nothin', baby talk

Fuck niggas, keep runnin', you finna get to see your baby walk

Big old stepper, can't stand me, fuckin' a super on FAU campus

Go with your move, I counter it

Wipin' shit so much, I switch out the oxygen, run a bit, ayy

Bad lil' bitch, ain't cuttin' no check

Don't ask for shit, this all you gon' get

Ain't had a bitch that made me moan, yeah

Ayy, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, 50 drums, a hundred guns

Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'?

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

Broke up with my bitch, she know what she did, I caught her drinkin' my lean

I been up three days straight, I ain't even been chasin' my dream

I got the infrared beam, boy, they green, I keep the Snipes on routine

Cute bitch eat all my Kids Cuisine, I think she like makin' me fiend

I propose on my two feet, but I ain't gon' get on my knee, won't bow down to you

You ain't gotta bow down to me 'cause, baby, we kings and queen

Ain't losin' this bitch, I put voodoo on her ring and a tracker

Now you Sniper Gang, sign this contract, baby, fuck a pastor

I'm 'bout to cut my dog off, he got on my last nerve

Dirty ass, I'm finna get his ass murked, he took the last Perc'

If it's up to me, you already know I'd walk

Keep standin' on business, I gotta drop one

Nick-nack-paddy-wack, get his ass gone

I'm headed back home, 'bout to give her that bone

Ayy, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, 50 drums, a hundred guns

Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'?

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

I get it how I live, I don't got no regrets

Even when shit low, I don't get upset

By any means, closed mouths don't get fed

My motto every day just to get a bigger check

Stack it to the ceilin', we just 'bout them billions

Motherfuck a hand, dog, we get it from the muscle

I couldn't stand still, man, you know I had to bubble

Had to shut the demons up and had to stay out of trouble

Every man for theyself, you gotta learn to hustle

All that cap you doin', don't make me bust your bubble

Just bought a Chevelle just a drive on Sunday

But I catch lick on a Hyundai, actually, all my niggas on gun play

Ayy, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, 50 drums, a hundred guns

Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'?

Hope you know what you comin' for to do