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Taking right off like gravity
I'mma kill shit like tragically
Mortal Kombat fatality
None of these peons passing me
Swerve on the highway you know we done black tint' the coupe
Take this shit over I call up my troops
Moving all black with the gang Phantom Troupe
Same moves yeah you stuck in a loop
All of my niggas they really be movin'
Praying to god I know i'm gon move
If you a brokeboy I don't need your two cents
You cheap as hell Terry Crews
Get to the money I take off like I was Usain
Most of these nigga be cap as fuck and they be lame
Whole time you was talking they working a move
I put in the work i can't be no fool
I let out the beast like Yugioh duel
A prophet on beats i'll take you to school
Steppin too cool making plays like Madden
I CAN'T REALLY FUCK WITH THESE NIGGAS THEY 12
I SPEAK WITH MY CHEST AND YOU SOFT AND YOU FRAIL
Shipping them beats like post office mail
I'mma move quick make a move with my hounds
Walking dead cause we done smoked a whole pound
Not making moves then you can't come around
You not really IT like the Pennywise clown
You on some bullshit we pipe that shit down
Smoke in a penthouse kick in a lounge
You is a lil rat end of his crown
UFO landed we taking your town
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Geeking off the shrooms like Mike Tyson
Make hits i ain't punching no clock
Lil fuck nigga hating on me
I know he ain't getting to no damn guap
I wake up and bake up and put that shit on
You really a sucker a jit and a clone
Rock the Stone Island can't do Vlone
I'm getting that cash when I get in that zone
I'm moving like Rambo Sylvester Stallone
I'm rocking Rick Owens I can't do no foams
Just look at the necklace you know that it's chrome
You niggas detective we get his ass gone
Smoking on zaza get me gone
Do a lil cha cha high like drone
I'm at the top spot on my throne
Rock with some dreadlocks like Michonne
Know i'm a top shot Karl Malone
Floss with a BB like Jim Jones
And we done peeped that swag is loaned
AM to the PM getting gone
Nigga you's a peon getting joaned
These people be tweaked out I move on my lone
Too many damn moves like a trap phone
I enter the void ricky o on my toe
I'm making real moves selling merch overseas
Too many moves track meet
Swerve in a coupe black seats
Know she a swoop sadly
You know you a goof you can't tax me
I really got stamina like an athlete
I fuck up the field finna hit a 3 peat
I'm not missing notes like Alicia Keys
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