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young pradag - move back (feat. fdot) lyrics

[intro/chorus: young pradag]
look, look
that .40 gon’ get back
came with that spark, man i ain’t with that chit chat
running ya mouth, clip aim through ya 6ix pack
spin the block, catch an opp, brodie gon’ get back
ain’t got a stick, so im running up 30s
treeshin’
i ain’t f+cking wit yurkies
i just been out they gon’ need me, put that on repeat
all blacked out, can’t see me, i’m st+rdy

[verse 1: young pradag]
we purgin’, catch you on the block lacking, we finna go murk em’
icu in this b+tch, opps in the back, man we catching em’ lurking
smirk em’, turn em’, fdot we workin’
grinding on em’ p+ssies late night when we purgin’
sent to the judge, gon’ clip it i must, knock off his top, and his pockets we searchin’
move b+tch, get out the way, i’m comin’ in hot, ain’t got no time to play
.223 beamin’, i aim at ya face, if you talking that hot you’ll get put in ya place
like, movе back
comin’ in hot wit a 2 pack
he tryna run up on me, i came wit likе 2 straps
fdot comin’, and you know he gon’ shoot that, move back, who dat’

[verse 2: fdot}
don’t get your block, knocked off
go get ya pops, he could get shot
spinning your block like the narcos
dropping his top, thought it was props
hop out the v and let them shots go
henny on top, 3 ina’ bob
rolled up a spliff with the nachos, 3 ina’ ditch with his pops though
[verse 3: young pradag]
light em’ up, roast em’ up like a turkey, run up them pockets like you’s in a hurry
fry em’ up, in the flesh, imma cook up like curry, hit from the back, ice cold mcflurry
we see him
we catching an opp, and i beam him
i’ve just been grinding, there ain’t no more time to go see em’, he creeping on me, like i’m keeping it on me, i’m finna go meet him

[verse 4: fdot]
who smoking on a? i’m saving the day, i’m spinning the bricks with the same gang
don’t switch, don’t change, in my gang gang
we hop out the v, and get to bang bang
look, i’m uppin’ the .40, if i feel moody might up at your shawty
spin where stop telling them stories
brody got hit and we spinned in the morning
just to show em’ we on it
we gon’ hop out and toss it, rollin’ with shooters and n+ggas who bosses
hop out, we gon’ show em’ what’s up
cops out, we gon’ throw off they front 2 glocks out
n0body say none, reverse the whip, throw boy ina’ trunk

[chorus: young pradag]
that .40 gon’ get back
came with that spark, man i ain’t with that chit chat
running ya mouth, clip aim through ya 6ix pack
spin the block, catch an opp, brodie gon’ get back
ain’t got a stick, so im running up 30s
treeshin’
i ain’t f+cking wit yurkies
i just been out they gon’ need me, put that on repeat
all blacked out, can’t see me, i’m st+rdy
[verse 5/outro: fdot]
you see me
i’m back in the street, repeat
u throwing up 3, when u see me, pd jiggy gon’ put em’ on tv
look, subi
she throwing it back, groupie
this .40 got blast, gooey oowie
i keep me a toolie

- young pradag lyrics

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