[Intro: EST Gee]
You can't move how I move, we was taught different
(FOREVEROLLING)
Tell by how they driving, that that car got the narcs in it
Imma throw it out the window, before the narcs whip me
Beef done got realer, bro gon' take his gun to-
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
It's been a slow month, make up the back end you fucked the money up
I ain't even tracking it no more, shit if it come it come
Send it through the presser, it's gon pop out like a buttercup
First time I had a hundred come, I was young as fuck
I ain't gotta sell another blunt, I done done enough
Still can't leave the game like I'm Vince and I love the rush
You was living at your mama house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna put it up
Told 'em only half of it came, I'm tryna double up
In between the fabric, there's some plastic totes bundled up
I been quarterbacking all these plays, we can huddle up
You ain't never met the plug, I'm who your plug get it from
Spray it with the uh before he came, it's gon' glitter up
I done touched more pounds then the scale that weigh the semi-truck
Hit a nigga skin with this bullet, it's gone sizzle up
Know that Imma spray it if I pull it like I'm finna nut
[Chorus: EST Gee]
You can't move how I move, we was taught different
Tell by how they driving, that that car got the narcs in it
Imma throw it out the window, before the narcs whip me
Beef done got realer, bro gon' take his gun to court with him
We ain't doing broke shit, we some boss niggas
If I was you, I'd hate me too, I don't fault niggas
You can't move how I move, I'm a shark nigga
Beef done got realer, I'ma take this gun to court with me
You can't move how I move, we was taught different
(FOREVEROLLING)
Tell by how they driving, that that car got the narcs in it
Imma throw it out the window, before the narcs whip me
Beef done got realer, bro gon' take his gun to-
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
It's been a slow month, make up the back end you fucked the money up
I ain't even tracking it no more, shit if it come it come
Send it through the presser, it's gon pop out like a buttercup
First time I had a hundred come, I was young as fuck
I ain't gotta sell another blunt, I done done enough
Still can't leave the game like I'm Vince and I love the rush
You was living at your mama house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna put it up
Told 'em only half of it came, I'm tryna double up
In between the fabric, there's some plastic totes bundled up
I been quarterbacking all these plays, we can huddle up
You ain't never met the plug, I'm who your plug get it from
Spray it with the uh before he came, it's gon' glitter up
I done touched more pounds then the scale that weigh the semi-truck
Hit a nigga skin with this bullet, it's gone sizzle up
Know that Imma spray it if I pull it like I'm finna nut
[Chorus: EST Gee]
You can't move how I move, we was taught different
Tell by how they driving, that that car got the narcs in it
Imma throw it out the window, before the narcs whip me
Beef done got realer, bro gon' take his gun to court with him
We ain't doing broke shit, we some boss niggas
If I was you, I'd hate me too, I don't fault niggas
You can't move how I move, I'm a shark nigga
Beef done got realer, I'ma take this gun to court with me
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