Post Move (feat. MajorNine)

I don't never write but something told me you should write this down
Won't talk about my life cause shit get deep and you'll most likely drown
Everything we do be about that check but this ain't nike town
Group message all my ex's send a txt saying how y'all like me now
Yeah

We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too
Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move
For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do
So watch the niggas that you close too
Never catch me out here talking shit cause that's what hoes do
Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food
Im lay her down and tear that shit up like im supposed to yea
Ayeee
He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move
Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose
Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed too yeah

Ok I up this Glock thirty shots you hear one pop
Your heart stop then ya body drop
Fuck the opps and the city cops
My little homie just caught a body hit the club and watch them titties drop
O aye aint worry bout no designer
I just wear it just to wear it
Soulja rags and black forces somebody better be scared
Hit the gun store get prepared
Aim it dead at his head
and don't come back to the crib till everybody dead
Im getting money how im supposed too
My post move kind of stupid like ben Wallace back in 02
Dreads long like Goku
Im hit ya bitch I told you
And I don't never check my unread messages them bitches old news yeah

We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too
Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move
For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do
So watch the niggas that you close too
Never catch me out here talking shit cause that's what hoes do
Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food
Im lay her down and tear that shit up like I'm supposed to yea ayeee
He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move
Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose
Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed tooYea
We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too
Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move
For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do
So watch the niggas that you close too
Never catch me out here talking shot cause that's what hoes do
Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food
Im lay her down and tear that shit up like im supposed to yea ayeee
He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move
Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose
Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed too yeah