How We Move (feat. King L) - Lil Bibby

Hunnid deep with the crew

That’s how we move

My young boys got that tool

That’s how we move

Out here trapping, fuck that school

That’s how we move, that’s how we move

Yeah, that’s how we move

I’m a rap god, I trap hard

This shit ain’t that hard

They act hard, let the mac spark

Turn niggas to track stars

It’s no limit, I’m gon get it

Don’t sneak diss on that squad

Fuck a bitch about 4 minutes

Won’t waste time with that broad

Young niggas, dope dealers

Some of my niggas crack cards

Niggas talking that tough talk

And it’s shots fired at that boy

Young niggas we savage, catch a nigga in traffic

Niggas dying in my city, they like please stop the madness

M.O.E that’s how it be, I put this money shit before me

And my lil homie just did three, just let all my niggas free

I’ve been riding round with that heat

But I’ve been tryna keep the peace

All these foot soldiers in these streets trying to get a name off me

Trust me, you don’t want that beef, it’s bodies on that heat

And the last nigga that tried it may his soul rest in peace

Nigga, you don’t want that beef, my niggas won’t go sleep

And the last nigga that tried it may his soul rest in peace

Man, I ain’t with that fuck shit

Tell a fuck nigga suck dick

Sneak dissing on the internet, would get you whacked in public

Balling hard no sub shit

Cracking cards all dub shit

D12 I’m a minute man

Riding with blinkers in a minivan

Arm, leg, leg, arm, leg

Spot an opp and then we get him dead

Finessing bitches I may renig

In other words she gave free head

On my operation goon shit

I’m someone you should get in tune with

Smoking dope in a foreign whip

Dirty money got a nigga clean

Open hands and a magazine

Turn a party to a murder scene

If I send them then they murdering

Silent shots, they ain’t heard a thing

M.O.B won’t give a bird a wing

Straight drop then hit the lean

Double trigger, 40 with a beam

Will really show me what a nigga mean

Face shots on the back block

Try to run, get your back popped

AK make a mac stop, flip a nigga like a laptop

30 shot got my hand hot, law come we ain’t saying shit

We ain’t on that playing shit

We’ll come through spraying shit