Making Moves
I hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
We gon' let you know when we around so you ain't lacking
All these racks that we counting up they came from rapping
Wrap his body up like christmas cus he said whats brackin
Shoot at him with this fireworks, we gon get this shit crackin
Don't you answer 12, they always gon ask what been happenin
We don't fuck 12, we don't fuck with them feds they tapped in
All my shooters come in clutch they like Luka Doncic
We gon' send his body off to an orthodontist
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
Yeah I'm with my gang, late night at the studio
I'm with Martin I'm with Chris, with Alexis too
I'm gon' flash you with this shit like Michael in the booth
He taking flicks and taking vids of every single move
We take a hit then we get lit, you know that's what we do
Can't let no bitch inside my sessions, I be off the booze
Javier be sliding for the gang, sliding for the crew
Stay on your side, we don't care, we be making moves
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
We gon' let you know when we around so you ain't lacking
All these racks that we counting up they came from rapping
Wrap his body up like christmas cus he said whats brackin
Shoot at him with this fireworks, we gon get this shit crackin
Don't you answer 12, they always gon ask what been happenin
We don't fuck 12, we don't fuck with them feds they tapped in
All my shooters come in clutch they like Luka Doncic
We gon' send his body off to an orthodontist
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
Yeah I'm with my gang, late night at the studio
I'm with Martin I'm with Chris, with Alexis too
I'm gon' flash you with this shit like Michael in the booth
He taking flicks and taking vids of every single move
We take a hit then we get lit, you know that's what we do
Can't let no bitch inside my sessions, I be off the booze
Javier be sliding for the gang, sliding for the crew
Stay on your side, we don't care, we be making moves
I just pulled up, Saint Laurent with my bros
Stop that flexing, who you textin? fuck these hoes
Leave you on delivered, yeah we going ghost
Don't take another step, you getting too close
Yeah I'm gon' get it, fuck your aesthetic
We pop psychedelics
Don't do funny shit 'round me we gon' call paramedics
Bitch I'm too far gone these ain't anesthetics
I do all all this on my own I don't need your investment
Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Martin, Chris Caparas, Javier Chavez, Luis Matias Martínez, Martin Martinez, Michael Rivera
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