"Move" lyrics
Casper TNG, Baby2, Streameum & DTBeats Lyrics
[Intro:]
(DT Beatz)
[Casper TNG:]
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
These hoes get around, I ain't new to this
I'm with NFT, the neighbors be like, "Who is this?"
And my wrist got a freezer, your shit be the fridge
And my youngin caught a body, your youngin a bitch
If I'm ever in a party, my gun on my hip
If you catch me with a bitch, then it's probably his
I ain't goin' on a 'Gram just to talk with these kids
You ain't never shot shit, you just walk with the stick
And the loud that you smokin' is probably mid
And my pack a nobody, the body was mid
But you still got no bodies, can't talk like you did
And I'm Muslim, but my shoes is definitely Chris
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
[Baby2:]
If I get famous, take the bands and invest in some bricks
My cro' do drills just for the gang, he don't care 'bout the racks
And for this shit I put in pain, ain't no way I'ma switch
Walk down shit, I'm that real, cro' got close and he turned the switch
I couldn't sleep up in the bando, no way that I'm missin' the naps
I walk outside, movin' like Django, I came with the Smith and the glizz
Got too much to lose, no way I could slip
Put boy on the news if I hop in the whip
I sure wanna choose I don't want the bitch
And I had no jewels, did them like a pimp
I was down bad, no mag', I had to change up the script
Time for my own pack, last time crodie gave me the assist
Drip, splash, she wanna swim too bad, pass up the [?]
Youngin want a bag, put 'em in the chips
Youngin want a hat, then work on the drills
I was DT, King Street with TNG and 0mizz
She say she miss me, bitch, please, Perc' tryna get me flipped
Black trucks and Bentleys, you see the lifestyle that I live
I had they block with ten piece, look after boys that called me a wick
[Casper TNG:]
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
(DT Beatz)
[Casper TNG:]
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
These hoes get around, I ain't new to this
I'm with NFT, the neighbors be like, "Who is this?"
And my wrist got a freezer, your shit be the fridge
And my youngin caught a body, your youngin a bitch
If I'm ever in a party, my gun on my hip
If you catch me with a bitch, then it's probably his
I ain't goin' on a 'Gram just to talk with these kids
You ain't never shot shit, you just walk with the stick
And the loud that you smokin' is probably mid
And my pack a nobody, the body was mid
But you still got no bodies, can't talk like you did
And I'm Muslim, but my shoes is definitely Chris
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
[Baby2:]
If I get famous, take the bands and invest in some bricks
My cro' do drills just for the gang, he don't care 'bout the racks
And for this shit I put in pain, ain't no way I'ma switch
Walk down shit, I'm that real, cro' got close and he turned the switch
I couldn't sleep up in the bando, no way that I'm missin' the naps
I walk outside, movin' like Django, I came with the Smith and the glizz
Got too much to lose, no way I could slip
Put boy on the news if I hop in the whip
I sure wanna choose I don't want the bitch
And I had no jewels, did them like a pimp
I was down bad, no mag', I had to change up the script
Time for my own pack, last time crodie gave me the assist
Drip, splash, she wanna swim too bad, pass up the [?]
Youngin want a bag, put 'em in the chips
Youngin want a hat, then work on the drills
I was DT, King Street with TNG and 0mizz
She say she miss me, bitch, please, Perc' tryna get me flipped
Black trucks and Bentleys, you see the lifestyle that I live
I had they block with ten piece, look after boys that called me a wick
[Casper TNG:]
Pass the gun, you a bitch, you ain't shootin' shit
Move, bitch, get out my way because I'm Ludacris
Half of bird, ten days, not no Cuban shit
If I was famous, still wouldn't put it on that Cuban bitch
