Move Back (feat. Fdot)

Look, look

That .40 gon' get back

Came with that spark, man I ain't with that chit chat

Running ya mouth, clip aim through ya 6ix pack

Spin the block, catch an opp, brodie gon' get back

Ain't got a stick, so im running up 30s

Treeshin'

I ain't fucking wit yurkies

I just been out they gon' need me, put that on repeat

All blacked out, can't see me, I'm sturdy

We purgin', catch you on the block lacking, we finna go murk em'

ICU in this bitch, opps in the back, man we catching em' lurking

Smirk em', turn em', Fdot we workin'

Grinding on em' pussies late night When we purgin'

Sent to the judge, gon' clip it I must, knock off his top, and his pockets we searchin'

Move bitch, get out the way, I'm comin' in hot, ain't got no time to play

.223 beamin', I aim at ya face, if you talking that hot you'll get put in ya place

Like, move back

Comin' in hot wit a 2 pack

He tryna run up on me, I came wit like 2 straps

Fdot comin', and you know he gon' shoot that, move back, who dat'

[Verse 2: Fdot}

Don't get your block, knocked off

Go get ya pops, he could get shot

Spinning your block like the Narcos

Dropping his top, thought it was props

Hop out the V and let them shots go

Henny on top, 3 ina' bob

Rolled up a spliff with the nachos, 3 ina' ditch with his pops though

Light em' up, roast em' up like a turkey, run up them pockets like you's in a hurry

Fry em' up, in the flesh, imma cook up like curry, hit from the back, ice cold McFlurry

We see him

We catching an opp, and I beam him

I've just been grinding, there ain't no more time to go see em', he creeping on me, like I'm keeping it on me, I'm finna go meet him

Who smoking on A? I'm saving the day, I'm spinning the bricks with the same gang

Don't switch, don't change, in my gang gang

We hop out the V, and get to bang bang

Look, I'm uppin' the .40, if I feel moody might up at your shawty

Spin where stop telling them stories

Brody got hit and we spinned in the morning

Just to show em' we on it

We gon' hop out and toss it, rollin' with shooters and **** who bosses

Hop out, we gon' show em' what's up

Cops out, we gon' throw off they front 2 Glocks out

Nobody say none, reverse the whip, throw boy ina' trunk

That .40 gon' get back

Came with that spark, man I ain't with that chit chat

Running ya mouth, clip aim through ya 6ix pack

Spin the block, catch an opp, brodie gon' get back

Ain't got a stick, so im running up 30s

Treeshin'

I ain't fucking wit yurkies

I just been out they gon' need me, put that on repeat

All blacked out, can't see me, I'm sturdy

You see me

I'm back in the street, repeat

U throwing up 3, when u see me, PD Jiggy gon' put em' on TV

Look, subi

She throwing it back, groupie

This .40 got blast, gooey oowie

I keep me a toolie