What's The Move?
What's the move, lil homie
Do you want the smoke
I could take your crew, d'vide by two
Don't think I won't
Homies clown in strategy
Blasphemy a joke
I don't take L's
I just take my rivals' girls home
What's the move, bruh
Tell me how you feelin, vro
If you switchin' up on me
I got a switchblade for your throat
Drippin' like a lick, I been too fresh too clean, I soak
This the dark side of the rap game, like you need a new hope, homie
Picture this
A big and bad muthafuckah on a roll
I don't fuck with new year freshman
Because I'm honor roll
Only sixteen, writing sixteens
Better than those in the big leagues
The time bomb ticking they won't diss me
Because I'm on the throne
Killin' every beat I'm on, like I hate rapping
Call it genocide
My tactics been erupting havoc
Watch your blasphemy
Because Imma start spray blasting
I obliterate my foes
Turn them bitches to straight fanatics
What's the move, lil homie Is you really 'bout that
If we fuck shit up, bruh, ya better not hold back
Hate them pussy boys, and dispise a fuckin' house rat
Body bag, bloody bag, a rapper's new house, man
I'm a fuckin' corpse, and I came up from the ground damned
Worse comes to worst, I'm the prince of crime, you just the clowns, man
What's the move, muthafuckah, you ready to be an outcast
I'm dancing with the devil, and this song is on the soundtrack
What's the move, lil homie
Do you want the smoke
I could take your crew, d'vide by two
Don't think I won't
Homies clown in strategy
Blasphemy a joke
I don't take L's
I just take my rivals' girls home
What's the move, bruh
Tell me how you feelin', vro
If you switchin' up on me
I got a switchblade for your throat
Drippin' like a lick, I been too fresh too clean, I soak
This the dark side of the rap game, like you need a new hope
I'm a lowercase rapper
No cappin' involved
Bitches been blasphemous
So I blast at 'em all
I'm strikin' on clowns
Like a bat with a ball
Homies think they the shit
Since they sat in the stall
Glamourous ropes and designer clothes
All on my body
I don't do it for the 'gram
I just do it as a hobby
Till I got a rollie, I ain't got time to stop my hustle, so
Imma ride and grind 'till my water form a puddle
Woah
Too much swagger, you thought I'd sponsor Old Spice
I been killin' beats for my fuckin' whole life
You ain't ride or die
You just on the road side
Homie, picture me rollin'
I ain't roll dice
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Tell me, homie Is you really 'bout that
Do you want the smoke
I could take your crew, d'vide by two
Don't think I won't
Homies clown in strategy
Blasphemy a joke
I don't take L's
I just take my rivals' girls home
What's the move, bruh
Tell me how you feelin, vro
If you switchin' up on me
I got a switchblade for your throat
Drippin' like a lick, I been too fresh too clean, I soak
This the dark side of the rap game, like you need a new hope, homie
Picture this
A big and bad muthafuckah on a roll
I don't fuck with new year freshman
Because I'm honor roll
Only sixteen, writing sixteens
Better than those in the big leagues
The time bomb ticking they won't diss me
Because I'm on the throne
Killin' every beat I'm on, like I hate rapping
Call it genocide
My tactics been erupting havoc
Watch your blasphemy
Because Imma start spray blasting
I obliterate my foes
Turn them bitches to straight fanatics
What's the move, lil homie Is you really 'bout that
If we fuck shit up, bruh, ya better not hold back
Hate them pussy boys, and dispise a fuckin' house rat
Body bag, bloody bag, a rapper's new house, man
I'm a fuckin' corpse, and I came up from the ground damned
Worse comes to worst, I'm the prince of crime, you just the clowns, man
What's the move, muthafuckah, you ready to be an outcast
I'm dancing with the devil, and this song is on the soundtrack
What's the move, lil homie
Do you want the smoke
I could take your crew, d'vide by two
Don't think I won't
Homies clown in strategy
Blasphemy a joke
I don't take L's
I just take my rivals' girls home
What's the move, bruh
Tell me how you feelin', vro
If you switchin' up on me
I got a switchblade for your throat
Drippin' like a lick, I been too fresh too clean, I soak
This the dark side of the rap game, like you need a new hope
I'm a lowercase rapper
No cappin' involved
Bitches been blasphemous
So I blast at 'em all
I'm strikin' on clowns
Like a bat with a ball
Homies think they the shit
Since they sat in the stall
Glamourous ropes and designer clothes
All on my body
I don't do it for the 'gram
I just do it as a hobby
Till I got a rollie, I ain't got time to stop my hustle, so
Imma ride and grind 'till my water form a puddle
Woah
Too much swagger, you thought I'd sponsor Old Spice
I been killin' beats for my fuckin' whole life
You ain't ride or die
You just on the road side
Homie, picture me rollin'
I ain't roll dice
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Do you really want the smoke? Is you 'bout that
Tell me, homie Is you really 'bout that
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Writer(s): Angelo Iniguez
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