2.K.S - Wrong Move

Aye
Bitch im back
MovieOnn gang
I Think My MovieOnn
If they copy this shit imma go get it back
They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack
I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there
I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap
Aye
(They slimy)
You know who it is
(Fuck on and off)
If they copy this shit imma go get it back
They way I be blitzing they owe me a sack
I'm hitting his home and if he ain't there
I'm making his bitch give the drop to tha trap
Bitches be fake and they slimy no cap
Betta watch out cause yo bros can be rats
Killas rolling wit me I been kinda busy tryna turn all of these bands into racks
Back in this bitch man I'm fresh off the stove
Hottest young nigga stay ready to go
I'm tryna match if he said he want smoke
I be doing my thang for whoever don't know
I be fucking it up
When I'm all in her guts
When I pull this bitch out she gone suck it some mo
We done played in tha field
We done finished them drills
Now we on tha next level it's time to go pro
Pull up I hop out then you see the gang
Stay with the ratchet she think she my main
Mac on my neck it get rock like a chain
I be dumping these bullets they sounding like change
Told brody let's put a 30 in our strap
On the road when I'm tripping bitch I overpack
Hole in his chest you can see out his back
And what I don't use give his nigga the rest
Movie onn
(And what I don't use give his nigga the rest)
Aye listen yall
If Woo say tha word then im jacking that nigga
Neph say the word then I'm smacking that nigga
My movie be on I be clapping at niggas
I stopped for a while I'm relapsing on niggas
Get off yo ass and go get you some money
Get you some money then get you some money
I'm hungry im eating im rubbing my tummy
Pockets got chubby bitches got ugly
I'm spazzing I think the demon coming out
Fuck all them glizzys when nina is out
I'm tryna see what this nina about
When I reach for the steal they gone think it's a foul
Think shit a game put yo life to the test
Come pass these bullets I shoot from the west
2 Shots to his head and then 4 to his chest
(My aim is spectacular I think I'm the best)
No matter the gun gonna rip through his flesh
(He gasping for air bouta run outta breath)
A dog wit this bitch how his body get fetched
Can't run outta ammo this clip gotta stretch

Written by:
Savon Newell

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