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young keez - movie sh!t lyrics

[verse: st6 jodyboof & young keez]
i be doing sh+t, on some movie sh+t
the p bumping sound like ludacris
if she touch her phone, i’ma shoot the b+tch
i be selling bags, might got flip a brick
if you spin on me then i’ma flip your whip
in and out of cars, i ain’t new to this
jumping out of cars, this sh+t too legit
put my mask on, i’m tryna shoot some sh+t
lace up my boots, i’m tryna do some sh+t
i’m swinging that blatt like a hockey stick
your man in the air like a rocket ship
it’s m1 gang, we don’t do attempts
two n+ggas got hit in the sam whip
get some za bags, i’ma move the sh+t
i’ma break it down then i’m going back
you try to spin on me, i’ma feel like shaq
i’m whipping that switch and i’m stepping back
i’ma tap it twice, bet a n+gga die
take him out the picture, put him in the sky
i’ll spin a block, i’ll makе a n+gga cry
i’ll spin a block and paint sh+t red
i was bumping that drac’, left a n+gga dead
i ain’t bеnding with n+ggas, i know they’re scared
i ain’t smoking on lettie, you know that’s mid
ight, come on
she like “what you think? you’re future or something?
you always got a mask on, you don’t never show your face”
i might go christian dior ’cause i’m feeling religious
and i’m in the field like notre dame
i just want get her—
i’m tryna get her throw an oop, she trying go on a date
she like “why don’t you talk?” “i don’t even know you, only thing i really know is your name”
get in that mode, take a walk
soon as you get in that mix then you know it’s your fault
i’m on hank so hard, i go re+buy everything i already bought
they know houdini got power, i come out the cut like a ghost and you ain’t even saw
skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
ight, come on
mr. skrt skrt, i push that wheel
i get a trackhawk and i’ma smack it out, red interior black out
i’ma hank so hard that you can’t even add it up
try to reach, i teach and i’ma make you foul out
switch my page up, figure him out
find out we just waiting for wheel, we ’bout to sit on the hideout
i come out some sh+t and leave my mark on street
i call these b+tch chasers, they ain’t even cleats
tapping that k, i’m pressing delete
i done stepped on a n+gga, got blood on my feet
told her line it up ’cause i know he sweet
you ain’t gotta worry, it’s a pretty free
i done spent your stash just on my sneaks
i can make that times two in a week
i’m banging all day, i ain’t even eat
i got it off of stain, so that sh+t for the free
confiscation station got us looking sweet
we’re custodian crew, we too neat when we sweep
mask and my glasses sweet when i creep
a n+gga got left, he ain’t pick up his feet
we get us some wheels, we gone like a fleet
ain’t no doubt in my mind, i know it’s complete

- young keez lyrics

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