Blade
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Moving tact moving tact
Moving real tact
NMF shit nigga
Moving real tact, nigga
This a confidence thing, nigga
Fuck out of here
Is you shitting me?
Yeah I'm in the Stu I'm lit I'm lit I'm drunk nigga
Shine too bright
So don't watch my moves
Bitch step back
I'mma do what i do
Four five when I walk in the room
No surprise just a click and a boom
Niggas talk
But it's okay
I shoot bloodsuckers all day like Blade
You talked down when you saw I was down
Don't come around when you see dat I'm paid
Fuck it
If I can't get it in I'mma tuck it
If you look kinda pale imma buck it
If it don't hit his head then he lucky
Oh on Twitter you making a ruckus
On his Insta he talk like it's nothing
But he still never sent that location
So we still kinda laugh 'cause he bluffing
I don't wanna hear that shit
My mans just got out tryna hit a lick
Here's five bands you better make it quick
Opp thot tryna gobble on the dick
How I'm broke but you don't got a whip?
Want me dead but you don't got a life
Want my bitch
Don't you got a wife?
Way too close like I don't got a knife
Hand out buck fifties like it's light
Havoc and destruction
I spray the LMG feel like "No Russian"
Walk in and gave her a kiss now she blushing
I get the top and I skip the discussion
You got a gun now you thinking you tough
And Tee get to sliding you softer than stuffing
Look
Your shooter got a clean record
But you still jacking you trust him
Bro I can't relate
You know we fucking girl
Ain't no date
Flight in the morning I cannot stay
I got a bitch out in San Tropez
Move with a stick like a relay race
Got to move sturdy I keep my pace
Grin in my face
I know that they hate
Copy me but they bitch ate my paste
What?
Shine too bright
So don't watch my moves
Bitch step back
I'mma do what I do
Four five when I walk in the room
No surprise just a click and a boom
Niggas talk
But it's okay
I shoot bloodsuckers all day like Blade
You talked down when you saw I was down
Don't come around when you see that I'm paid
Fuck it
If I can't get it in I'mma tuck it
If you look kinda pale I'mma buck it
If it don't hit his head then he lucky
Oh on Twitter you makin a ruckus
On his Insta he talk like it's nothing
But he still never sent that location
So we still kinda laugh 'cause he bluffing
I don't wanna hear that shit
Fuck is he talkin about?
Like yo
Oh my fuckin God, bro
Moving tact moving tact
Moving real tact
NMF shit nigga
Moving real tact, nigga
This a confidence thing, nigga
Fuck out of here
Is you shitting me?
Yeah I'm in the Stu I'm lit I'm lit I'm drunk nigga
Shine too bright
So don't watch my moves
Bitch step back
I'mma do what i do
Four five when I walk in the room
No surprise just a click and a boom
Niggas talk
But it's okay
I shoot bloodsuckers all day like Blade
You talked down when you saw I was down
Don't come around when you see dat I'm paid
Fuck it
If I can't get it in I'mma tuck it
If you look kinda pale imma buck it
If it don't hit his head then he lucky
Oh on Twitter you making a ruckus
On his Insta he talk like it's nothing
But he still never sent that location
So we still kinda laugh 'cause he bluffing
I don't wanna hear that shit
My mans just got out tryna hit a lick
Here's five bands you better make it quick
Opp thot tryna gobble on the dick
How I'm broke but you don't got a whip?
Want me dead but you don't got a life
Want my bitch
Don't you got a wife?
Way too close like I don't got a knife
Hand out buck fifties like it's light
Havoc and destruction
I spray the LMG feel like "No Russian"
Walk in and gave her a kiss now she blushing
I get the top and I skip the discussion
You got a gun now you thinking you tough
And Tee get to sliding you softer than stuffing
Look
Your shooter got a clean record
But you still jacking you trust him
Bro I can't relate
You know we fucking girl
Ain't no date
Flight in the morning I cannot stay
I got a bitch out in San Tropez
Move with a stick like a relay race
Got to move sturdy I keep my pace
Grin in my face
I know that they hate
Copy me but they bitch ate my paste
What?
Shine too bright
So don't watch my moves
Bitch step back
I'mma do what I do
Four five when I walk in the room
No surprise just a click and a boom
Niggas talk
But it's okay
I shoot bloodsuckers all day like Blade
You talked down when you saw I was down
Don't come around when you see that I'm paid
Fuck it
If I can't get it in I'mma tuck it
If you look kinda pale I'mma buck it
If it don't hit his head then he lucky
Oh on Twitter you makin a ruckus
On his Insta he talk like it's nothing
But he still never sent that location
So we still kinda laugh 'cause he bluffing
I don't wanna hear that shit
Fuck is he talkin about?
Like yo
Oh my fuckin God, bro
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Writer(s): Khaleed Pritchard
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