MOVE

[Chorus]
Bitch, move
We gon' get to shootin' shit like it was YouTube
Diamonds on my neck, and they wetter than a pool
Feelin' like I'm Batman, all black coupe
Rock out like Pantera, bitch, you just U2
I ain't on no old shit, this that new new
GT500 Mustang, feel like the crew too, yeah
I'm just gettin' started, don't you think that I was through

[Verse 1]
I'ma go and dunk on a bitch like I'm shootin' hoops
Pass my gun to 29, we hit that alley oop
Whole lotta cheese, I ain't talkin' alley
Ho must not know I'm posted up in the valley
We gon' cross you off like a motherfuckin' tally
I already told you I'm just gettin' started, this is not no finale
Ayy, I'ma blow his head off like Sean O'Malley
Woah, I finish that boy off, yes, I hit the fatality
No, I'm not talkin' Danny, and we did him badly
They ask if I want a hunnid, I'ma take that gladly
They ask if I killed that boy, yes I did, sadly, woah
How you gon' say that you own me when I made you?
Feel like Destroy Lonely, top floor crew
Them boys cappin', they baloney, they gon' lie to you
Yeah, I know I'm the only one who gon' go shoot
I got bad bitches on me, you got none on you

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Bitch, move
We gon' get to shootin' shit like it was YouTube
Diamonds on my neck, and they wetter than a pool
Feelin' like I'm Batman, all black coupe
Rock out like Pantera, bitch, you just U2
I ain't on no old shit, this that new new
GT500 Mustang, feel like the crew too, yeah
I'm just gettin' started, don't you think that I was through

[Verse 2]
Whip out that big choppa, now he shakin' in his boots
They ask if the gods still livin', I'm the proof
If you in my lane, then you gotta fuckin' move
Steppin' in my Rick shoes, made a meter too, woah (Football head, Arnold)
Yeah, told 'em get they minds straight
Run 'em over on the highway
From Monday to Friday
Every day a fried day
And I'm high as a kite, ayy
Blow three hunnid bands, it's a light day
Fuck yo' bitch, her pussy tight, ayy