Movie Sh!t ft. ST6 JodyBoof Lyrics

I be doin' shit on some movie shit The P bumping sound like Ludacris

If she touch her phone I'ma shoot The bitch I be sellin' bags might got Flip a brick

If you spin on me then I'ma flip Your whip In and out of cars I ain't New to this

Jumpin' out of cars shit too legit Put My mask on I'm tryna shoot some Shit

Lace up my boots I'm tryna do some Shit I'm swingin' that blatt like a Hockey stick

Your man in the air like a rocket Ship It's M1 gang we don't do Attempts

Two niggas got hit in the same whip Get some za bags I'ma move the shit

I'ma break it down then I'm goin' Back You try to spin on me I'ma feel like Shaq'

I'm whippin' that switch and I'm Steppin' back I'ma tap it twice bet a Nigga die

Take him out the picture put him in The sky I'll spin a block I'll make a Nigga cry

I'll spin a block and paint shit red I Was bumpin' that drac left a nigga Dead

I ain't bendin' with niggas I know They scared I ain't smokin' on ….. You know that's mid

Ight come on

She like what you think you future Or somethin' You always got a mask On you don't never

Show your face I might go Christian Dior

Cause I'm feelin' religious and I'm In the field like Notre Dame

I just want get her throw I'm tryna Get her throw a oop she trying go On a date she like why u don't talk

I don't even know you only thing I Really know is your name

Get in that mode take a walk Soon As you get in that mix then you Know it's your fault

Im on hank so hard I go re-buy Everything I already bought

They know Houdini got power I Come out the cut like a ghost and You ain't even saw

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

Ight come on

Mr skrrt skrrt I push that wheel I get A trackhawk

And I'ma smack it out red interior Black out

I'ma hank so hard that you can't Even add it up

Try to reach I teach & I'ma make You foul out

Switch my page up figure him out Find out

We just waitin' for wheel we bout a Sit on the hideout

I come out some shit and leave my Mark on street

I call these bitch chasers they ain't Even cleats

Tappin' that K I'm pressin' delete

I done stepped on a nigga got blood On my feet

Told her line it up cause I know he Sweet

You ain't gotta worry it's a pretty fee

I done spent your stash just on my Sneaks

I can make that times two in a week

I'm bangin' all day I ain't even eat

I got it off of stain so that shit for The free

Confiscation station got us lookin' Sweet

We custodian crew we too neat When we sweep

Mask & my glasses sweet when I Creep

A nigga got left he ain't pick up his Feet

We get us some wheels we gone like A fleet

Ain't no doubt in my mind I know It's complete