Move On Em
Yeah
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Yeah
I'm tryna get gwap tryna get doe
I'm tryna get green tryna get low
I'm tryna get bean from this thick hoe
You hear the chick scream while I'm behind she on her tip toes
I can't help it I always walk with a big roll
My feet firmly planted I'm always keeping it ten toes
Niggas never could stand it they know I'm brandishing big poles
I I start the blamming leave niggas blammed with them big holes whoa
I know a few haters wanna blam me
Fuck boys them niggas should've been plan B'd
I tuck toys I always keep me a plan c
And plan A is to never make it to plan B
Now I'm tryna up it off a few bills
Man I'm tryna up it to like 2 mill
Niggas turning pussy when its too real
Shit is getting sticky this thing done got a glue feel
Yeah
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Yeah
I'm coocoo like a dude using the sniff
I mute you when I shoot you in your lips
It's blues clues you'll be new food for the fish
Blood will cover your eyes but the way you walk will be crip
Bitch
You know the script I see a vic then I lock in
I use the blick then I move and stick like its boxing
I'm use to this see I'm used to getting it popping
Baby I'm ruthless see im usually giving no options dummy
But now I got hitters that adore me
The dog speak they turn brains into dog meat
You cross me you niggas lay in a soft sheet
Soul will go to the sky but your body lie where the frogs sleep
But now my life is picking up some more fame
I can't afford to get intertwined with a no name
Now give me mine and then give me yours this is no game
Before a nigga really blow the still just like its cocaine
Yeah
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Yeah
I'm tryna get gwap tryna get doe
I'm tryna get green tryna get low
I'm tryna get bean from this thick hoe
You hear the chick scream while I'm behind she on her tip toes
I can't help it I always walk with a big roll
My feet firmly planted I'm always keeping it ten toes
Niggas never could stand it they know I'm brandishing big poles
I I start the blamming leave niggas blammed with them big holes whoa
I know a few haters wanna blam me
Fuck boys them niggas should've been plan B'd
I tuck toys I always keep me a plan c
And plan A is to never make it to plan B
Now I'm tryna up it off a few bills
Man I'm tryna up it to like 2 mill
Niggas turning pussy when its too real
Shit is getting sticky this thing done got a glue feel
Yeah
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Yeah
I'm coocoo like a dude using the sniff
I mute you when I shoot you in your lips
It's blues clues you'll be new food for the fish
Blood will cover your eyes but the way you walk will be crip
Bitch
You know the script I see a vic then I lock in
I use the blick then I move and stick like its boxing
I'm use to this see I'm used to getting it popping
Baby I'm ruthless see im usually giving no options dummy
But now I got hitters that adore me
The dog speak they turn brains into dog meat
You cross me you niggas lay in a soft sheet
Soul will go to the sky but your body lie where the frogs sleep
But now my life is picking up some more fame
I can't afford to get intertwined with a no name
Now give me mine and then give me yours this is no game
Before a nigga really blow the still just like its cocaine
Yeah
He act fake put the tools on em
When the mack shake leave a bruise on em
I'm tryna stack weight tryna cruise on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Get that fat cake bust my move on em
Im tryna get that fat cake bust my move on em
Credits
Writer(s): Basil J Osabu
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