Move Lyrics – Kodak Black, G Thugg

Read the full Move lyrics by Kodak Black and G Thugg from the album Kodak The Blessing along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Hit ’em with the Jab)

[Chorus]
Ayy, d!ck-ride, having that (Buddah blessed this beat)
Wrist, I ain’t gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat’, ooh
Uh, fu*k the b!tch, have her mad
Paddy whack, n!gga diss, got ’em whacked, move
Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy, automatic tool
Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns

B!tch, you tryna fu*k me or something?
Hope you know what you coming for the do

[Verse 1]
Put it like this, n!ggas ain’t on s*it unless they with they crew
Look at my b!tch and she even got way more heart than they do
Buddah blessed this beat, sent it to me and I blessed it too
N!gga mention, threaten me, drop check instantly, soon as the text got through

Track is a quarter
This ‘Rari truck, already ordered it, n!ggas are late

Gotta feel a G6 from the safe today, safe to say, s*it ain’t safe
Talking money, I ain’t heard nothing, baby talk
Fu*k they ass, keep running, you finna get to see your baby walk
Big old stepper, can’t stand me, fu*king a super on FAU campus
Go with your move, I counting it
Wipe b!tches so much, I switch off the oxygen, run a bit, ayy
That lil’ b!tch ain’t cutting no check, don’t ask for s*it, this all you gon’ get
I ain’t had a b!tch that made me moan

[Chorus]
Ayy, d!ck-ride, having that
Wrist, I ain’t gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat’, ooh

Uh, fu*k the b!tch, have her mad
Paddy whack, n!gga diss, got ’em whacked, move
Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy, automatic tool
Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns
B!tch, you tryna fu*k me or something?
Hope you know what you coming for the do

[Verse 2]
Broke up my b!tch, she knows what she did, I caught her drinking my lean
I been up three days straight, I ain’t even been chasing my dream
I got the infrared beam, boy, they green, I keep the Snipes on routine
Cute b!tch eat all my kids cuisine, I think she like making me fiend
I propose on my two feet, but I ain’t gon get on my knees
Won’t bow down either
You ain’t gotta bow down to me ’cause, baby, we king and queen
Ain’t losing this b!tch, I put voodoo on her ring and a tracker
Now you Sniper Gang, sign this contract, baby, fu*k a pastor
I’m ’bout to cut my dog off, he got on my last nerve
Dirty ass, I’m finna get his ass murked, he took the last Perc’
If it’s up to me, gotta know how I walk
Keep standing on business, I gotta drop one
N!ggas can’t play with me, I get his ass gone
I hit her back home, ’bout to get backbone

[Chorus]
Ayy, d!ck-ride, having that
Wrist, I ain’t gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat’, ooh
Uh, fu*k the b!tch, have her mad
Paddy whack, n!gga diss, got ’em whacked, move
Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy, automatic tool
Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns
B!tch, you tryna fu*k me or something?
Hope you know what you coming for the do

[Verse 3: G Thugg]
I get it how I live, I don’t got no regrets
Even when s*it low, I don’t get upset, uh
(??), closed mouth don’t get fed, uh
My motto every day just to get a bigger check
Stuck into the ceiling
We just ’bout them billions
(??) fu*k a hand, dog, we get it from the muscle
I couldn’t stand still, man, you know I had the bubble
Had to shut the demons up and had to stay out of trouble
Every man for theyself, you gotta learn to hustle
All that cap you doing, don’t make me burst your bubble
Just bought a Chevelle just a drive on Sunday
But I catch lick on a Hyundai, actually, all my n!ggas on gun play

[Chorus]
Ayy, d!ck-ride, having that
Wrist, I ain’t gotta match
Wrist game Patek-Pat’, ooh
Uh, fu*k the b!tch, have her mad
Paddy whack, n!gga diss, got ’em whacked, move
Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac
Extended glizzy, automatic tool
Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns
B!tch, you tryna fu*k me or something?
Hope you know what you coming for the do