[Intro]
(You, villain)

[Chorus: Smokey Pete]
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?

[Verse 1: Smokey Pete]
Ayo, what’s happenin’? It’s Smokey Pete from [?], they take the swag and it’s flatterin’
Your attempts amateur at most, but ain’t even mad at ‘em, it just be looking more bad for them, You pushin’ trashy, feel free to suck me or @ me
I’m slidin’ like bitches with fatties, no freaky, what’s crackin’ your melon?
My whole life been around felons, finеssin’, they knew who you tellin’
I cop it, I cut it, I sеll it, can’t tell you ingredients like granny recipe
I cook it, I cook it, then after I book ‘em, like being a agent my speciality
Forever I’m trippin’ and crippin’ and whippin’ up bales, like your momma, have sex with me
Come test me, you stupid, the hammer like Stewie, ‘cause everyday, I know he next to me
Forever blessin’ me, chillin’ my [?]
Smoking the choppa with 2 grams inside of it, at home I’m momma’s lil angel
But outside that door I be chilling with demons like baphomets
Sippin’ a lot of tek, inside are rotting like the city I’m reppin’, n***a, the lower
Chin up or sit up, ‘cause looking down ain’t gonna help you when they plottin’ over your shoulder, huh
[Chorus: Smokey Pete]
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?

[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula)
I was in the kitchen, my dishes I was tan baggin’ (Work)
40 cal, got my motherfuckin’ pants saggin’ (Blaow)
Same n***as doubted me, now they bandwagon (Fuck outta here)
Same n***as talkin’ crazy, we gone blam at ‘em (Blaow)
Pop out with a Kylie in a Benz wagon (Skrr)
Ride around whole town like I’m Bin Laden (Skrr)
N***as know what color be the bandana (MBF)
Bitches know I don’t ever throw the bands at ‘em (Fuck outta here)
Skrt, skrt, like a new Panamera (Skrr), splash on your bitch mascara (Slide)
Won’t catch me slippin’ on bananas (No no), 30 clip real long like a ladder (Grah)
Everyday overdose on the xanax (Work), pour 16 in a Fanta (Work)
Trap or turn, fuck a rapper (Mula), got the bag on me like it’s Santa (Racks)
Aye, turn your lady to hoe, 380 with the scope (Blaow)
She bouncin’ on my dick, nah, baby that’s the pole (Slide)
Fuck this rap shit, made with 80 out the door (Mula)
44 bricks, and then they pay me for a show (Mula)
Run around n***a, with your head chopped off (Bitch)
Fuck around n***a, get your head shot off (Bitch)
Run around n***a, with your head chopped off (Grah)
Fuck around n***a, get your head shot off (Grah)
[Chorus: Smokey Pete]
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?
Move, move
Move, move
Move, move
What the fuck you gone do?