Move Around lyrics

WunTayk Timmy

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
That's what I do to clowns
Heat will cool em' down
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Get to runnin' back, take off Boobie Miles
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
Nina, that's my b*t*h, but we don't fool around
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Then I do the dash, I can't do the trial

[Verse 1: TNF D Breeze]
And you know it's a [?] or a [?]
I got the switch on this motherf**kin' glizzy, boy this ain't no regular semi
Now tell me, what's with all that envy?
I just want em' proud like Penny
But if we want smoke, i'm a mutherf**kin' chimney, f**k n***as love making enemies
And really not who they pretend to be
I know the real, they ain't no killers, they just civilians yeah
My b*t*h a bad, lil' pretty motherf**ker, her hair look Brazilian
He wanna try me, he better off tryin' [?]
Pull off with all these drums, it sound like we light off a million
With this .30 , i'm Steph, n***as play foul with this tech, i'm the ref
You can take 20 I’m tuckin' the rest
n***as be that til' we meet in the flesh
Then askin me to help get em a check
We gon pull up with mops we get called for a mess
n***as be cappin no Mitchell and Ness
I'm focused on digits just like an address
Found out that address where you live
I had them killers that pop up with [?] then take off your top like a wig
I can't vouch for what that n***a did
I just know what I'm liable to do
D Breeze, I'm liable to shoot
But I got that bag, I'll put it on you, aight

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
That's what I do to clowns
Heat will cool em' down
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Get to runnin' back, take off Boobie Miles
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
Nina, that's my b*t*h, but we don't fool around
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Then I do the dash, I can't do the trial

[Verse 2: Montana of 300]
Copped my first pistol, I felt like Jordan when Pippen came
Pull up and shoot like that n***a Dame, ain't sh*t a game
No questions asked and shots picked his brain, my n***as trained
Nailing whoever hangin' with them squares, no picture frame
Ratchet on my hip, b*t*h I'm Louis down
Watch me get the tech, watch me do em foul
Think it's not true and see, like a juvenile
Turned him to a packs, then his b*t*h blew me down
I stay with the blick, this Canon ain't for pics
Like walkin' with a cane, this stepper keep a stick
Choppa bullets flip, shoot it til it click
Bullets leave him leaking, he got all the drip
Killers to my right, killers to my left
Get Jazzy like he Jeff, pull up like I'm Steph
Drew on him like a sketch, cooked him like he meth
Gave his ass my pump, no homo took his breath
Run before I dump, run like Forrest Gump
Open up his back, pop em like a trunk
Pussies gettin nailed, watch me give em hell
Hop in the whip and bail, f**k that prison cell

[Chorus: Montana of 300]
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
That's what I do to clowns
Heat will cool em' down
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Get to runnin' back, take off Boobie Miles
We gone' shoot em' up
We gone' shoot em' down
Nina, that's my b*t*h, but we don't fool around
You see my shooter smile, you better move around
Then I do the dash, I can't do the trial


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