[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
I move with the Glock
Watch out for my spot, Ayy
What? What? Huh? Huh? Ayy
[Hook: Tony Shhnow]
Watch out for my spot, you makin' it hot
I move with the Glock, I dance on the pot
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
My boys in this bitch now you know I'm runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
My boys in this bitch now you know I'm runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
[Verse 1: Randy!]
Randy Knoxville, jackass, no Johnny
Bitch gon' give me brain 'til she don't know nothin'
You wildin' in the streets like a coyote, I'm road runnin'
I'mma catch this fucking sack, you can't tackle, no flags, no touchin'
And if I open my mouth I swear to god it's eruption
Pressure you be punkin', brought that fye shit to the function
And I'm stickin' to the block, I need my hall of fame induction
You ain't really eat, you just had a fucking lunch in
[Verse 2: RobOlu]
Damn!
Block hot like the weather map
Northside, I'm big dog you a thundercat
Pack flip, you can't tumble that
Bad bitch got the sack tucked like a running back
On the back roads making moves
Money tall like Mountain Dew
Wavy nigga, monsoon, and you 2-D like cartoons
Tell me how you see a fake nigga
They gon' wet you up like a lake nigga
Pickin' on you better skate nigga
Heard you talk a lot, pump your brakes nigga
I move with the Glock
Watch out for my spot, Ayy
What? What? Huh? Huh? Ayy
[Hook: Tony Shhnow]
Watch out for my spot, you makin' it hot
I move with the Glock, I dance on the pot
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
My boys in this bitch now you know I'm runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
My boys in this bitch now you know I'm runnin'
Trap nigga got the stove runnin'
[Verse 1: Randy!]
Randy Knoxville, jackass, no Johnny
Bitch gon' give me brain 'til she don't know nothin'
You wildin' in the streets like a coyote, I'm road runnin'
I'mma catch this fucking sack, you can't tackle, no flags, no touchin'
And if I open my mouth I swear to god it's eruption
Pressure you be punkin', brought that fye shit to the function
And I'm stickin' to the block, I need my hall of fame induction
You ain't really eat, you just had a fucking lunch in
[Verse 2: RobOlu]
Damn!
Block hot like the weather map
Northside, I'm big dog you a thundercat
Pack flip, you can't tumble that
Bad bitch got the sack tucked like a running back
On the back roads making moves
Money tall like Mountain Dew
Wavy nigga, monsoon, and you 2-D like cartoons
Tell me how you see a fake nigga
They gon' wet you up like a lake nigga
Pickin' on you better skate nigga
Heard you talk a lot, pump your brakes nigga
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