 Y'all like to move it, y'all like to move it Why these niggas keep dissin' my team, smokin' old desi, I know who I mean Stay with that bitch in my jeans, givin' out shots, I'll be givin' for free Son of a doctor, gon' spit through that eye block, like bitch, let me know who you see Tell Pat G's, get off his knees, that nigga just mad, cause his sister to eat Shit like a niggaz, will he know how you smokin' my dick when you don't even know Been through Peter, now I like each stone, son, askin' my buddies, I swear I don't Got a clock, bro, I want me a ghost, one, if you come to my side, better flow, son Jaws, hell, we don't play for the loafers, tourin' on Tracy, she fuckin' me ghostin' I'm like fuck all that, and these shots, they gon' move like a runnin' pack If I miss the little booty, gon' double back, and these bitches, but I promise I'm done with that Am I fine with that? I'm like fuck all that, if it's pal, I'm personally dumping that It is funny, your blow is muffin' that, and I want you to think that I'm bluffin' that No cap, turn that block to a drive-thru, slide through, with a mouse out of niggas, you could die too Stop postin' them guns that it's not you, fuck was your poem, and the niggas that got you Talk tough, but he's sweeter than hot shoes, then we turn all these pictures to sky blue Ain't the nigga that you gotta, said it's a bitch, but I promise she mine too Don't gotta ski, use a shirt, he got a gun, but I guess it don't work like Look, drop that idea, drop me a yurt, pullin' the tracks, and I tell her it'll work like Fuck the bag, give a fuck if it hurt, want me to eat it, I tell her go first Still ain't get back for your bro in the dirt, but you steady tryin' act like you put in it