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Stikk & Move Video (MV)




Performed By: GM Wop
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Maurice Pettaway




GM Wop - Stikk & Move Lyrics




Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move

Serving eight balls out the pocket like it's pool
I'm making plays you would think I'm Jared golf
I don't got time for no bitch she say she cruel
But on my life I had a vision like a boss
Cash the only thing that satisfy my needs
I thank the trap because it paying for these hits
I'm in the booth I'm smoking pie and sippin lean Yeahh
I see codiene in the toilet when I piss
Shoutout my squad because they ridin till the end
Bitch I got family I do not indulge in friends
You f*ck with one of them then imma spin the bend
I get em all if not then I'mma soon again
I beat the case them people took me ien fold
I did it for the squad I'm sticking to the code
Imma grind until my neck and wrist is froze
Scrape the bowl all I know is

Stikk & Move
Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move

I cannot lay up when I hit that make her sad
I gotta go I hit the streets to chase a bag
I set my mind and then I go complete the task
Remember days when I was robbin wit no mask Yeahh
I got clout
Nigga what you bout
You just cap
Nigga close yo mouth
This for the nights that I was broke I really starved
I get up early like I'm goin to my job Yeahh
I hustle hard a trait that I got from my mom
The streets they love me got em eatin out my palm
You want smoke then ring the alarm
When I got bombs like this Vietnam
These nigga cappin what you know bout being trill
They claim they shooting but ain't never in the field
A thug in training you do not process the skill
I'm being real all I know is

Stikk & Move
Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move
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Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move

Serving eight balls out the pocket like it's pool
I'm making plays you would think I'm Jared golf
I don't got time for no bitch she say she cruel
But on my life I had a vision like a boss
Cash the only thing that satisfy my needs
I thank the trap because it paying for these hits
I'm in the booth I'm smoking pie and sippin lean Yeahh
I see codiene in the toilet when I piss
Shoutout my squad because they ridin till the end
Bitch I got family I do not indulge in friends
You f*ck with one of them then imma spin the bend
I get em all if not then I'mma soon again
I beat the case them people took me ien fold
I did it for the squad I'm sticking to the code
Imma grind until my neck and wrist is froze
Scrape the bowl all I know is

Stikk & Move
Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move

I cannot lay up when I hit that make her sad
I gotta go I hit the streets to chase a bag
I set my mind and then I go complete the task
Remember days when I was robbin wit no mask Yeahh
I got clout
Nigga what you bout
You just cap
Nigga close yo mouth
This for the nights that I was broke I really starved
I get up early like I'm goin to my job Yeahh
I hustle hard a trait that I got from my mom
The streets they love me got em eatin out my palm
You want smoke then ring the alarm
When I got bombs like this Vietnam
These nigga cappin what you know bout being trill
They claim they shooting but ain't never in the field
A thug in training you do not process the skill
I'm being real all I know is

Stikk & Move
Eat it up I'm money hungry I like blues
A problem child ien never follow rules
Count it up I had a A in math for school Yeahh
Stikk & Move
Don't got shit to prove
I handle business in the trenches with the tool
You don't make use of idle time then you a fool Yeahh
I hit her once and now she stuck my Shit is glue
But I can't cuddle boo I gotta Stikk & Move
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Writer: Maurice Pettaway
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