Key Glock - Move Around lyrics

[Intro] (PVLACE) (ADHD) Yeah (What’s up, DeeDot?) [Chorus] Ayy, if I can’t get you, ni**a, I’ma get your mans (Buh) Yeah, hood rich ni**a, might spin the block up in the Lamb’ (Yeah) Uh, yep, I’m from South Memphis, but it’s like Afghanistan (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I’m ten toes down, fu*k around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, just had a talk with fam’, we still ain’t fu*kin’ with you clowns Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this sh*t 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 [Verse 1] 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 fu*k them little-ass boys, I pop big sh*t, I do it big (Pop) Yep, I be poppin’ sh*t, got ni**as dead and in the pen’ (Yeah) Yep, I used to ride a Huffy now I got all kind of sh*t (Skrrt) All kind of b*tches on my dick Ayy, I don’t trust these dog hoes, all these b*tches s*uts (s*uts) She might look good on IG, but I swear that b*tch ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t sh*t) And if the beef ain’t ’bout the money then that sh*t ain’t nothin’ (Ain’t nothin’) ‘Cause I’m the type of ni**a that’s gon’ get that sh*t done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] If I can’t get you, ni**a, I’ma get your mans (Grah) Yeah, hood rich ni**a, 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, fu*k around, get put in the ground (Yeah) Yeah, just had a talk with fam’, we still ain’t fu*kin’ with you clowns Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this sh*t 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 fu*k?) [Verse 2] 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) [Chorus] Ayy, if I can’t get you, ni**a, I’ma get your mans (I got ’em) Yeah, hood rich ni**a, 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, fu*k around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, just had a talk with fam’, we still ain’t fu*kin’ with you clowns Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this sh*t 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 fu*k?) [Outro] ni**a ni**a Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah