Wrong Move, Pt. 2 (feat. Sticcyblu & AJP)
Ay bitch, Blu hit me for the drop, I got the lows on em
Hopped out the whip and stripped this shit, I whipped out poles on 'em
These niggas talkin' like they with it, but they known for foldin'
Sent all my opps to rest in piss, I wacked out all opponents
So how the fuck is you gon' dodge, this knock gon' knock
AJP, he got the Glock and he aimin' for shots
SticcyBlu, he tote the chop's, and he knockin to flock
They askin' why the fuck they never outside
That's 'cause we bent the block
Told the bitch to choose up and she gon' choose
Knock knock, flockin' for the chili, I need my blues
Say why the fuck you up the knock if you not gon' shoot
Dumb nigga thinkin' with his dick, and we popped at dude
You can get flamed up just for fuckin' with fools
This 2-2-3 for any rat, the mouseca-tool
Shit, if you comin' around, you better pay your dues
I'm paranoid, it's on my hip, don't make a wrong move
We got them Glocks and them choppers, we finna pop his top
Ayy, what I say? I'm finna click until his body drop
Chopper, hold a hundred, Glock with drum, be holdin' 50 shots
Spent the opp block, niggas know that I'm on demon time
Niggas slide through your block, Draco's
SticcyBlu about to flock, nigga, lay low
I ain't talkin' to you if it ain't about the queso's
You don't got a blower?
Leave a nigga with a halo
Big chop, bullets rippin' through his head
Take a deal with any nigga, bullets knockin' out his dreads
Wait, eeny, meeny, miny, moe, extended clips, them niggas dead
Can't say too much, trophy had enough said
Boutta bag, BTA, 'bout that action
When I walk up in the party, niggas yellin', out "What's crackin'?"
Grr, bow, bullets hit him
You should know I'm never lackin'
All my niggas still trophied up
Got a bag, pistol packin', deadhomies
Dead homies, what?
Niggas know the deal
Yeah, cuh, yell up in the function, "What's crackin' cuh?"
Yeah i'm yellin' what's crackin'?
Bullets get the packin'
Yeah, you dissin' on my dead's, yeah I kill you automatic
Yeah, I slide with SticcyBlu, yeah he killin' 'em for lackin'
Yeah, Deezy on this shit, yeah he all about that action
So let me know, I said I'm steppin' on your block
If I go kill you, I send ten more shots
Let me know what's the deal, I said i'm pressin' any opp
I said I'm frontline, all that, never needed knock
Dead homies, look, so let me know what y'all do
Yeah, I slide up on your block, handyman, I got a tool
Yeah, I bounce out the whip while you hear a th-th-thoo
Hopped out the whip and stripped this shit, I whipped out poles on 'em
These niggas talkin' like they with it, but they known for foldin'
Sent all my opps to rest in piss, I wacked out all opponents
So how the fuck is you gon' dodge, this knock gon' knock
AJP, he got the Glock and he aimin' for shots
SticcyBlu, he tote the chop's, and he knockin to flock
They askin' why the fuck they never outside
That's 'cause we bent the block
Told the bitch to choose up and she gon' choose
Knock knock, flockin' for the chili, I need my blues
Say why the fuck you up the knock if you not gon' shoot
Dumb nigga thinkin' with his dick, and we popped at dude
You can get flamed up just for fuckin' with fools
This 2-2-3 for any rat, the mouseca-tool
Shit, if you comin' around, you better pay your dues
I'm paranoid, it's on my hip, don't make a wrong move
We got them Glocks and them choppers, we finna pop his top
Ayy, what I say? I'm finna click until his body drop
Chopper, hold a hundred, Glock with drum, be holdin' 50 shots
Spent the opp block, niggas know that I'm on demon time
Niggas slide through your block, Draco's
SticcyBlu about to flock, nigga, lay low
I ain't talkin' to you if it ain't about the queso's
You don't got a blower?
Leave a nigga with a halo
Big chop, bullets rippin' through his head
Take a deal with any nigga, bullets knockin' out his dreads
Wait, eeny, meeny, miny, moe, extended clips, them niggas dead
Can't say too much, trophy had enough said
Boutta bag, BTA, 'bout that action
When I walk up in the party, niggas yellin', out "What's crackin'?"
Grr, bow, bullets hit him
You should know I'm never lackin'
All my niggas still trophied up
Got a bag, pistol packin', deadhomies
Dead homies, what?
Niggas know the deal
Yeah, cuh, yell up in the function, "What's crackin' cuh?"
Yeah i'm yellin' what's crackin'?
Bullets get the packin'
Yeah, you dissin' on my dead's, yeah I kill you automatic
Yeah, I slide with SticcyBlu, yeah he killin' 'em for lackin'
Yeah, Deezy on this shit, yeah he all about that action
So let me know, I said I'm steppin' on your block
If I go kill you, I send ten more shots
Let me know what's the deal, I said i'm pressin' any opp
I said I'm frontline, all that, never needed knock
Dead homies, look, so let me know what y'all do
Yeah, I slide up on your block, handyman, I got a tool
Yeah, I bounce out the whip while you hear a th-th-thoo
Credits
Writer(s): Ausar Ahmose Born-fowler, Darrin J Labriel, Giovanni Rico Pizarro
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