TreyTwoTimes - Move Wrong Lyrics

Ay, yo, ay, ay
Yo S-Boy, take a break
Yeah, ay, ay
Hit that boy with the fye, if he move wrong

Ima break this bitch spine and I move on
All this gas in my blunt know I'm blowing strong
Aye I'm movin' on up, damn, I feel like the Jeffersons
Grants, Jackson's, Lincoln's, Benjamin's

Thumbin' through racks damn this shit feel magnificent
I'm in the trap with the cracks and the crevices
I put the team on my back like a letterman
Countin' up, pape yellin' names like roll call

Cut off bro paws, he gon' still be my roll dog
Know that thing fye, she a lil' bit throwed off
I let her do what she want like a substitute
Boy, I can change what you pay, it ain't up to you

And I paid dugg for that bag, it was 42
I love to ball starting to think, what I'm born to do
Don't know my size to be safe, I'ma order two
Fruit fast for two weeks in the trap eating berries

Bro, take the wheel, he gon' spin like a Ferris
Can't cop what I cop, I ain't rockin' no clearance
You think I'ma chase you, lil' bitch, you delirious
When it come to that paper, I get heart attack serious

And my drip custom can't catch me in Sears
I was just stuck in 'penny's, how I make it to Neiman's
Baby, I don't want nothin' but head like Beavis
Hit that boy with the fye if he move wrong

I'ma break this bitch spine and I move on
All this gas in my blunt know, I'm blowin' strong
Aye I'm movin' on up, damn, I feel like the Jefferson's
Grant's, Jackson's, Lincoln's, Benjamin's

Thumbing through racks, damn this shit feel Magnificent
I'm in the trap with the cracks and the crevices
I put the team on my back like a letterman
I'm in the field like the captain of varsity

To a D end see that sack and I'm chargin' it
No, I ain't changin' no ticket, no arguin
Can't go back and forth we ain't doin' no bargaining
I blow it fast like four hoes in a Altima

Sir you need help, matter of fact, yeah, all of us
She, asked her friend, girl, you think Two a follow us
That ass on her fat, Yeah, it look like her fathers gut
I hope you aint worried about the kid, cause your end's low

Cuffin' a thot, he a cop, Carl Winslow
Just rolled another one, im geeked up like Urkel
Don't tell me it's za if I can't see the purple
I only get fresh for the sake of my fans

You catch me zoned out, then I'm thinkin' about bands
My trap Comcast, these bags on demand
That nigga a bitch, he ain't dapping my hand
Hit that boy with the fye if he move wrong

I'ma break this bitch spine and I move on
All this gas in my blunt know, I'm blowin' strong
Aye i'm movin' on up, damn, I feel like the Jeffersons
Grant's, Jackson's, Lincoln's, Benjamin's

Thumbin' through racks, damn this shit feel magnificent
I'm in the trap with the cracks and the crevices
I put the team on my back like a letterman