Kodak Black, G Thugg Move
(Hit 'em with the Jab) Ayy, big racks, havin' that (Buddah blessed this beat) Ricks ain't gotta match Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac Extended glizzy, automatic tool Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'? Hope you know what you comin' for to do Put it like this, niggas ain't on shit unless they with they crew Look at my bitch and she even got way more heart than they do Buddah blessed this beat, he sent it to me, then I blessed it too Nigga mention me, threaten me, drop check instantly, soon as the text got through Track' is a quarter of this 'Rari truck, already ordered it, niggas are late Gotta feel a G6 from the safe today, safe to say, shit ain't safe Talkin' money, I ain't heard nothin', baby talk Fuck niggas, keep runnin', you finna get to see your baby walk Big old stepper, can't stand me, fuckin' a super on FAU campus Go with your move, I counter it Wipin' shit so much, I switch out the oxygen, run a bit, ayy Bad lil' bitch, ain't cuttin' no check Don't ask for shit, this all you gon' get Ain't had a bitch that made me moan Ayy, big racks, havin' that Ricks ain't gotta match Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac Extended glizzy, automatic tool Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'? Hope you know what you comin' for to do Broke up with my bitch, she know what she did, I caught her drinkin' my lean I been up three days straight, I ain't even been chasin' my dream I got the infrared beam, boy, they green, I keep the Snipes on routine Cute bitch eat all my Kids Cuisine, I think she like makin' me fiend I propose on my two feet, but I ain't gon' get on my knee, won't bow down either You ain't gotta bow down to me 'cause, baby, we kings and queen Ain't losin' this bitch, I put voodoo on her ring and a tracker Now you Sniper Gang, sign this contract, baby, fuck a pastor I'm 'bout to cut my dog off, he got on my last nerve Dirty ass, I'm finna get his ass murked, he took the last Perc' If it's up to me, you already know I'd walk Keep standin' on business, I gotta drop one Nick-nack-paddy-wack, get his ass gone I'm headed back home, 'bout to give her that bone Ayy, big racks, havin' that Ricks ain't gotta match Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac Extended glizzy, automatic tool Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'? Hope you know what you comin' for to do I get it how I live, I don't got no regrets Even when shit low, I don't get upset By any means, closed mouths don't get fed My motto every day just to get a bigger check Stack it to the ceilin', we just 'bout them billions Motherfuck a hand, dog, we get it from the muscle I couldn't stand still, man, you know I had to bubble Had to shut the demons up and had to stay out of trouble Every man for theyself, you gotta learn to hustle All that cap you doin', don't make me bust your bubble Just bought a Chevelle just a drive on Sunday But I catch lick on a Hyundai, actually, all my niggas on gun play Ayy, big racks, havin' that Ricks ain't gotta match Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad Paddy-wack, nigga diss, got 'em whacked, move Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac Extended glizzy, automatic tool Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns Bitch, you tryna fuck me or somethin'? Hope you know what you comin' for to do
