Move Tac Lyrics

We having them damn AK's

Got a hundred round God damn drac'

Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake

And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face

We having them damn AK's

Got a hundred round God damn drac'

Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake

And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face

We having them damn AK's

Got a hundred round God damn drac'

Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake

And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face

Yuh, bitch ass n****, yuh, uh huh, yuh, yuh, bitch', lil' bitch, yuh, uh, bitch, yuh, yuh, yuh, brrr, fuck is yall talkin' 'bout man, gang, bitch,

We having them damn AK's

Got a hundred round God damn drac'

Got a bad lil' bitch gon shake

And yo bitch on her knees, so i pay her lil' God damn face

And i run in his crib with the chop and i spray

Say nah bitch, im not the one

Lil' bitch ass n**** wont up that gun

And he talkin' that shit, watch his ass get stunned

Imma call up jay breezy gon' pull out the pump

She go 21-0 but yall n****s get scuffed

He gon run up on me? Man yo ass must be dumb

Man i chill in the trap and im smoking on runts

And i roll yo damn bro then put him in a blunt

Got that AR15, but thats not what you want

And i been done did this shit its just for fun

Aint talkin bout glocks he aint talkin bout nun

Bitch

Yuh

Man i fuck this shit up like a sauna

Imma run in yo crib imma fuck on yo momma

And i stay out the way i aint worried bout drama

N**** we is not beefing you aint make no comma

N**** i am a goat i am not no damn llama

Got an indian plug he gon slide in a Honda

I got bands like Chris n**** shut up go on

He aint makin no money, that shit is a trauma

Damn, that shit is a trauma

He do not want it he dont want no problems

If he runnin up how the fuck he gon solve em

All the opps running they know that im on em

He aint gon start it with me imma do it

Me and tana go crazy I knew it

I blow him down with the chop I'm ruthless

I don't got guns then I make his ass toothless

Already knowin i be movin tac like

He runnin up he know i keep a strap like

Already know that he could get attacked like

Beretta gon hit him right up in his back like

Damn, and im still goin crazy

I popped a pill now i feel a lil lazy

I knock him out now he sleep no baby

Them bullets gon hit him his vision went hazy damn

Like how the fuck he finna talk

His friend in the ground he where all of us walk

I chase him down got the eye of a hawk

He gon have an outline with the white chalk like

Promise you, promise my momma im next

He do not want it im bringing a tec like

Only headshots dont invest in a vest

Cuz i really do it i dont need to text like

And i know that i really go kuu

With a .30 bock out imma shoot

My gun like an instrument, blow like a flute

He do not want it ill make his ass mute like

I know its my time, yeah, im really gon blow

I said it once i cant stress for no hoe

I do this myself yeah im really on go

If he got a problem we wiping his nose

If he got a problem he get his ass hit

But he wont even know

I wanna go out and go catch me a lick

If im in the spot better lay real low like

If they trying to jump then im really gon cheat

Got all these emotions put it on a beat

And im staying forever i could never leave

5 on 5 and we playing for keeps

(Yo i could dribble a bowling ball)