gso king - move lyrics
-intro-
i’m in the studio wit, the big maks
the gang, the big bloods
f-ck n-gga stop wit dat rapping
hook
i’m like ouu b-tch(ouuuu)
move b-tch before we shoot sh-t
like ouu b-tch(ouuuu)
move b-tch before we shoot sh-t
like ouu b-tch(ouuuu)
move b-tch before we shoot sh-t
like ouu move b-tch before we(????) shoot
verse
b-tch i want a rolex, you want a g-shock
ask bout the goblinz we made the streets hot
g-steppas only, we bring the streets out
my zoes in miami they gone bring the heat out
how else you think i got plugged in wit the glokkys?
i don’t got kids but ya b-tch call me papi
and she wanna top me, my name ain’t joe but i like it sloppy
i stay wit them blikks i ain’t fighting like rocky
they mad cause the bands that i got ain’t the rubber ones
i’m off a bean, think i need another one
my cup ain’t doubled i’m gone need another
he liked the last pack he want another one
well come to the trap house lil boy get a pack out
boy i got dat gas it’s gone hit you like pacquiao
i hit this one b-tch and i blew her back out
she blowing my phone she don’t know how to act now
but b-tch ima mak you should know how i get it
shout out to treyway my east side billys
my g-shine and stone n-ggas i ain’t forget ya
i’m in-tune with the phunks on the west them my hittas
you play wit my slimes and get popped like a pimple
you don’t want no issues,you soft like some tissues
ya og a rat some like master splinter
i been wit the sh-ts what you tryna get into?
(p-ssy)
(n-gga)
hook
i’m like ouu
i’m like ouu b-tch(ouuuu)
move b-tch before we shoot sh-t
like ouu b-tch(ouuuu)
move b-tch before we shoot sh-t
like ouu move b-tch before we(????) shoot
verse
n-ggas be b-tching i swear they be feminine
b-tches be sucking me up till i’m skeleton
she got a lot on her mind cause my d-ck on her head again
smoking gelato i’m stuck like a manikin
smoking on woodys we smoked all the papers out
living like dolph i’m on a paper route
you wasn’t trapping boy you took the safer route
we pull up clapping we might take the neighbors out
hold up. wait, we can’t k!ll pedestrians
i popped a e i’m feeling excellent
i’m tryna get swallowed up like a peppermint
i f-cked yo b-tch and she told you she celibate
feeling like king, i’m the boss, i’m the president
slide through yo hood like if i was a resident
i’ll put a k to ya chest like a k-state letterman
real g-steppa lil b-tch ima veteran
and you a rookie
gold on a n-gga but naw i ain’t whoopi
you smoking reggie and i’m smoking cookies
ya b-tch gives you headaches and she gimme p-ssy
(uhhhh)
(stupid)
(stupid -ss n-gga)
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