My Moves

Yo, fresh to death like a halo, uh, don't get away at my pesos
Uh, B tryna scan like a barcode, uh, makin' her purr like hello
Uh, ballin' on niggas like "Melo"
Uh, makin' a show like a cello, uh, stealin' her tone like it's yellow
Uh, blowin' her back cigarillos, uh, yeah

Two Glocks' on me like it's "Grand Theif Auto", (GTA)
Uh, feel like I just hit the lotto
Cousin a gangster, I call him Lil' Choppo'
Uh, remember I used to go by "Lil' Podle", uh
Go outside and not go at the gang
Uh, ain't got no hoes to hang
Stand outside, but I'm hidin' my chain
Uh, ain't chasin', I'm gon say the same,
uh, uh, shh, don't talk boy be quiet, (Quiet)

You can't play with the lil boy, out here we be outside, uh, if he come out here
We gotta burner, we gon' leave him fried, uh
And if she talkin' too much, she gotta step aside,
Uh, hit his girl, then send her over there
Uh, breakin' her back, make her tear
Uh, go inside, then mess up her hair
Uh, she said she ain't got nun' to wear, yeah

Wanna spend the night, takin' no shares
Uh, spark a soul, like a car full of flair
Uh, think his girl loyal we have an affair
Uh, if you mess with her, you ain't goin' anywhere
Uh, ride with a Glock on my lap so everybody can't see my aggression,
Uh, all them lies she told, she already thought
She was gon' need a confession

I aint really stressin' though
Cause' I got more hoes with me anyway, ha

Fresh to death like a halo, uh, don't get away at my pesos
Uh, B tryna scan like a barcode, uh, makin' her purr like hello
Uh, ballin' on niggas like "Melo"
Uh, makin' a show like a cello, uh, stealin' her tone like it's yellow
Uh, blowin' her back cigarillos, uh, yeah

Uh, yeah, took his girl now she sick like the flu, uh, yeah
Got a brand new watch but I might just keep about two, uh, yeah
You be cuffin' these hoes that's the difference between me and you, uh
Yo, don't trust nobody, and stay to yourself, that's rule number one and rule number two
Now I'm sweepin' these hoes like a janitor with a broom
Uh,I just his girl and it was in his room
Two hoes in Ferrari I ain't got no room
Make a movie on live like I'm callin' in Zoom

Now really I be chillin', I don't want no drama
But if he got a problem, I'ma leave him trauma
I remember all the time I was in my feelings
(And now she in her feelings)

Yo, fresh to death like a halo, uh, don't get away at my pesos
Uh, B tryna scan like a barcode, uh, makin' her purr like hello
Uh, ballin' on niggas like "Melo"
Uh, makin' a show like a cello, uh, stealin' her tone like it's yellow
Uh, blowin' her back cigarillos, uh, yeah

(Blowin' her, blowin' her)
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