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Bklue Rollxn

"Next Move"

[Verse]
Steady pacin' back and forth
Thinkin' 'bout my next move
And if a n*gga want a problem
He get changed like a mood
Rippin' and runnin' on the money
Just to get me some food
I'm Handy Manny with this .30
I gotta keep me a tool
Skippin' school wit all my dudes
Always breakin' the rules
Don't get confused
I'm that dude that'll have yo' ass on the news
Hey, walk a step in my shoes
Even if you had in blue
And if you got what I want
I might just strip yo' ass nude
I'm tryna make it in this life
Just hopin' that I won't lose
b*tch, it's the streets or it's the mic
You better get up and choose
See it's pain in my heart
I don't even know where to start
And b*tch, its F-I-P park
I'm in the water wit' sharks
I'm in the sky wit' the vultures
I knocked that weight off my shoulders
Them bullets comin' like boulders
I see the smoke from the Cobra
These n*ggas foul, they duck shoulders
I grab the stick out the holster
Next day yo' face on a poster
I'm 'bout my bread like a toaster
And b*tch, I hate bein' sober
I keep that green like I'm Yoda
A hard bodied young n*gga
If he a b*tch I'ma fold 'em
I'm steady rollin' up Doja
I'm smokin' gas, keep me lifted
I got the Locs in the kitchen
Thinkin' 'bout how I'm gon' get it
Started off smokin' on midgets
Emptied the clip out the semi
I'm drunk, pour me up sum Remy
'Cause times was hard
We was out there in that yard
When n*ggas was scared to be out there in that yard
We off the porch wit' that rod
Finna go do us a job
Finna go kill and rob
Like Jack and Jill on that hill
Tone it down now, b*tch, but I got the steel
n*ggas say this and that, but it ain't real
But it ain't real
n*ggas say this and that, but it ain't real
Pull up behind, point that thing, make 'em feel
I'm tryna stack them bands up to the ceiling
Pulled out the hammer, then I started drillin'
Drum on the b*tch like I got me a fifty
Me and the gang we rule the city
Takin' down lean, I can't see my kidney
Takin' down lean, I can't see my kidney
n*ggas is silly
Reload the Glock, put the beam on it fitted
Hundreds and fiftys
Twentys and Benjis
If yeen talkin' 'bout money or business
Than yo' ass get hit wit' the semi
Aim at yo' head till this sh*t is finish
I just be wishin' a n*gga would try
Hop in the car and then load up the fye
Sorry god but somebody gon' die
Smokin' gas till I can't see the sky
Real n*gga, you can see in my eye
I'm bout that wax
Two pistols on me just like I'm max
You can talk but I ain't wit' all of that
Number four, he gon' pull up wit' the racks
See Roger Ray, he right there in the back
Baby, I pull up then is a attack
Splurge in the cut, we ain't sleepin' on that
All of my n*ggas ridin' got my back
I ain't gon' chase you, n*gga, this ain't track
Pull it out and aim in at ya back
n*ggas pus*y, boy, you been a cat
Hit you wit' the mac and lay you flat
Tryna reach the top ain't goin' back
Real sh*t, we all like that
Real sh*t, we ball like that
Four shots made him fall back
Hit her, she gon have to call back
But come on, baby, I ain't wit all that
I'm just tryna see them tall racks
I can't let a n*gga take me under
Pull up, hit a n*gga wit' the thunder
I'ma have to take a n*gga under
Really leave a n*gga undiscovered
Leave blood all on the covers
n*gga playin' hit him wit' the cutter
Playin', leave a n*gga in a puddle

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