Da Move SOB X RBE & Shoreline Mafia
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[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
What's the move? Where it's at? 'Cause I'm tryna get it (What's the deal?)
When his bitch come around you know I'm checkin' chicken (You know I'm checkin' chicken)
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented (Helluva made this beat, baby, what?)
Why these niggas talkin' money? I don't see 'em get it (I don't see 'em get it)
Why these niggas talkin' shootin'? I don't think you with it (I don't think you with it)
This your bitch but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it (I'm goin' deep up in it)
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me, baby, know you want to spend it (Racks)
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish ('Cause we wanna finish)
I been creepin' with this 40, I got thirty in it (Got a stick)
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget
[Verse 1: Lul G]
All this mud in my system, it's a stain on my kidneys (Stain on my kidneys)
Two twin Glocks, that's that Bobby and that Whitney
I ain't slidin' to that show if that strap ain't with me (Dumb bitch)
Mixin' with that nerd so you gettin' stanked with him
Your fans get your name tatted so you know you lit (Bitch)
But if I make it out the hood then I know I'm blessed (Bitch)
Gas straight to the pedal, I don't never rest
DJ Khaled type shit, bitch, we the best (Bitch)
Winning team, watch you up that TEC on him
Shooters on my team, they'll blow that rat for me
Talkin' out his neck, had to up and stretch brodie (Dumb nigga)
In your section, bitch, and I got that check on me
What's the move? Where it's at? 'Cause I'm tryna get it (What's the deal?)
When his bitch come around you know I'm checkin' chicken (You know I'm checkin' chicken)
I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted
Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented (Helluva made this beat, baby, what?)
Why these niggas talkin' money? I don't see 'em get it (I don't see 'em get it)
Why these niggas talkin' shootin'? I don't think you with it (I don't think you with it)
This your bitch but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it (I'm goin' deep up in it)
I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it
All this money on me, baby, know you want to spend it (Racks)
If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish ('Cause we wanna finish)
I been creepin' with this 40, I got thirty in it (Got a stick)
I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget
[Verse 1: Lul G]
All this mud in my system, it's a stain on my kidneys (Stain on my kidneys)
Two twin Glocks, that's that Bobby and that Whitney
I ain't slidin' to that show if that strap ain't with me (Dumb bitch)
Mixin' with that nerd so you gettin' stanked with him
Your fans get your name tatted so you know you lit (Bitch)
But if I make it out the hood then I know I'm blessed (Bitch)
Gas straight to the pedal, I don't never rest
DJ Khaled type shit, bitch, we the best (Bitch)
Winning team, watch you up that TEC on him
Shooters on my team, they'll blow that rat for me
Talkin' out his neck, had to up and stretch brodie (Dumb nigga)
In your section, bitch, and I got that check on me
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