Moves

[Verse 1]
Ugh
Got the A.R. by the door
40 on my lap
.380’s with my bitch
Yeah she know about that
And the dogs keep barking, cause the snaps keep coming
D-rugs on the table, dare you touch something
Yeah I’m highed up, its like I’m parasailing
Two trappers, one car, this pair is selling
I be, ra, ra, ra, running up them bands
I be grinding like a high school dance
If he say he want smoke, I pop your lungs
If say he getting money, I break your thumbs
Catch him walking through the trenches looking like Thanksgiving
Wrong move, too slow, little nigga its Christmas
I got dirt on my hands and blood on my money
Hop out all handsome but shit can get ugly
Tranny guns, yeah that Nina gotta dick
If you a sucker then you gonna get licked, awlll
If you a sucker then you gonna get licked, awlll
If you a sucker then you gonna get licked, awlll
If you a sucker then you gonna get licked, awlll
If you a sucker then you gonna get licked
Awlll!