Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move Around, artist - Key Glock. Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Move Around |
| Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain’t fuckin' with you clowns |
| Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks) |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around |
| Yeah, my racks too big (Phew) |
| Uh, I’ve been ballin' out, baby, I was born to win (Swish) |
| Yeah, and I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew) |
| Okay, yep, I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew) |
| They was hatin' on the kid, they still be hatin' on the kid (Yeah) |
| But fuck them little-ass boys, I pop big shit, I do it big (Pop) |
| Yep, I be poppin' shit, got niggas dead and in the pen' (Yeah) |
| Yep, I used to ride a Huffy now I got all kind of shit (Skrrt) |
| All kind of bitches on my dick |
| Ayy, I don’t trust these dog hoes, all these bitches sluts (Sluts) |
| She might look good on IG, but I swear that bitch ain’t nothin' (Ain't shit) |
| And if the beef ain’t 'bout the money then that shit ain’t nothin' (Ain't |
| nothin') |
| 'Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s gon' get that shit done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| If I can’t get you, nigga, I’ma get your mans (Grah) |
| Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah) |
| Uh, yep, I’m from South Memphis, but it’s like Afghanistan (Yeah) |
| Yeah, I’m ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah) |
| Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain’t fuckin' with you clowns |
| Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (On racks, |
| yeah) |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck?) |
| Yeah, chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Chopper hit you, turn your smile into a frown, zah, zah (Buh, buh, buh, buh) |
| Diamonds hittin', diamonds dancin' like James Brown (Ooh, bling) |
| Yeah, I’m young and rich, and I’m Black and I’m proud (And I’m proud) |
| Yeah, I got them racks and them straps on me now (On me now) |
| Yeah, you say it’s up, well, it’s goin' down (It's goin' down) |
| Yeah, you say it’s up, well (What?), it’s goin' down (Buh, buh, buh) |
| Ayy, if I can’t get you, nigga, I’ma get your mans (I got 'em) |
| Yeah, hood rich nigga, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Skrrt) |
| Uh, yep, I’m from South Memphis, but it’s like Afghanistan (Buh) |
| Yeah, I’m ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain’t fuckin' with you clowns |
| Nah, nigga, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks) |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (Yeah) |
| Yeah, if you ain’t talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck?) |
| Nigga |
| Nigga |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |