Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Epps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcus Slade
Producer
Lyrics
Move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move move
Move,move bitch move,move,move
Aye we walking around with them sticks
Know that we carry them hammers
Walking around with them sticks
No we don't carry no jammers
Bitch move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move
Walking around them sticks know that we carry them hammers
Chopper in the backseat,know that bitch going bananas
I'll let it rip where you standing niggas can't stand us know we do damage
Run up on me like fuck was you planning spin a nigga like he dancing
Like he went camping he in the dirt bitch i'm up north im putting in work
We come around these niggas disperse,don't play with your life you know what is worth
Cause we get to bussin that shit goin hurt hollows it rip him he need a new shirt
My niggas aint playing they shootin shit first,he said get a doctor i said get a hearse
He said get a doctor,an i said a hearse them boys try to slide an we do them the worst
Pack up they product we moving they work,back to the hood distribute it perfect!
No need for no peacing we did it on purpose slide back if you thinking is worth it
Posted up ski mask an suburbans waiting on you like we was sum nurses!
Move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move move
Move,move bitch move,move,move
Aye we walking around with them sticks
Know that we carry them hammers
Walking around with them sticks
No we don't carry no jammers
Bitch move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move
Throwing them racks up at diamonds,ice bright might blind you
Kane came at perfect timing shake something stop whining
Move something stop playing niggas came to throw paper
Ass fat can you shake it tryna see a pole breaker
Purple on us like lakers,your nigga mad stop hating
He try something im blaze him light up celebration
Pockets fat shit caking dare a nigga try to take it
Send that nigga to his maker,get caught no statements
Bitch i trap money like benny see all these hundreds and fifties
Stay with the goons yeah they with me keep shit smooth or is sticky
Tell tweleve they can't get me see them lights we ain't dipping
When i move pay attention,cause i walk around with them big shits!
Move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move move
Move,move bitch move,move,move
Aye we walking around with them sticks
Know that we carry them hammers
Walking around with them sticks
No we don't carry no jammers
Bitch move,move,move,move bitch move
Move,move,move bitch move!
Writer(s): Arthur Epps
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