Move Around ft. BandGang Lonnie Bands Lyrics

Move around before we make you move out of town

Should make you look for me, shoot up yo mama house

But mama raised a gangster, that ain't Lonnie style

These rappers soft i might bring that robbin' back in style

Shred or die, give it up or get shot now

Talkin' right now, we probably did it if they found that boy on Six Mile

Talkin' Six Mile Bronx, Westside Terrace

Home of the Glocks, R.I.P. Paris

Rest in peace dots about his name, we up the murder rate a lot

Huh, you'll never know, but you can keep watchin' though

These niggas new, they ain't know me, I was movin' blow

I'm that nigga that did that shit you ain't never do before

Ain't get no breesh, so what the fuck am I gon' do it for

You ain't gotta ask, I would've told you if it was for you to know

I remember fool, he was off school playin' Yu-Gi-Oh

He got dreads now but started off as Coolio

Bros can't end the fixin' shit, he keep the toolie though

Rattin' roaches and sprayin' bullets like some pesticide

My smacka ran a nigga down for the exercise

I'm on 27, at checkers gettin' some extra fries

I'ma always do it big like a exercise

Move around, lil' bitch, Ludacris, bitch, move

Move around, lil' bitch, Ludacris, bitch, move

Move around, lil' bitch, Ludacris, bitch, move

Yeah

Shoutout H-Town, payin' Michael Jordan for the blue

Fuck the breakdown, sellin' whole thangs by the twos

Play with me, that's Ludacris, we smokin' niggas out they boots

Fuck it, think I'm Ludacris, I'm throwin' bows for 42

You Fuckin with a convicted felon, I already told you that

These niggas play gangsta then go to tellin I already showed you that

I'm pluggin' with some Z's, real island boys, not no Kodiak

I bought that GXP ten years ago and still ain't sold it yak

Gave Jit some work about a month ago, he still ain't sold it yet

Movin' round, lil' bitch, Ludacris, I hope you don't forget

In KOD, fuck it, call me King, got a murder, man

Call me Prince, when a dove cry, I'm Fina send a pitch

When we leave a nigga shit flat, boy, it ain't no fixin

Pour a six it got my pop flat, this shit look like lipin

Sellin' double with a contract, I get them bricks lifted

I had FN with red and blue tips like I'm set trippin

Movin' round, lil' bitch, before you get hit too

Movin' round, lil' bitch, I'm Ludacris with the tool

Movin' round, lay it down, I'm with the stick-up crew

I beat it down, X-Style, I call that bitch my jigga-boo

I'm from Dade County, nigga, all we do is stick and move

Some niggas gotta sit, some niggas got bonds, we all a payin different dues

I'm a dog bout them blues, bitch, I'm findin' every clue

Yeah, my dawg got them blues, tell me what you wanna do

Say you wanna be a soulja, then you gotta live tru

Ludacris, me ain't crazy, but Z's still say fu

Got up late, bout one, make some rizzies, bout two

The price the same, if it's one, it might change, if it's two

I can't bang on the net, that what lame niggas do

Everybody gettin' wet, can't stop the rain comin' through