Post Move (feat. MajorNine)

I don't never write but something told me you should write this down Won't talk about my life cause shit get deep and you'll most likely drown Everything we do be about that check but this ain't nike town Group message all my ex's send a txt saying how y'all like me now Yeah We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do So watch the niggas that you close too Never catch me out here talking shit cause that's what hoes do Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food Im lay her down and tear that shit up like im supposed to yea Ayeee He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed too yeah Ok I up this Glock thirty shots you hear one pop Your heart stop then ya body drop F*ck the opps and the city cops My little homie just caught a body hit the club and watch them titties drop O aye aint worry bout no designer I just wear it just to wear it Soulja rags and black forces somebody better be scared Hit the gun store get prepared Aim it dead at his head and don't come back to the crib till everybody dead Im getting money how im supposed too My post move kind of stupid like ben Wallace back in 02 Dreads long like Goku Im hit ya bitch I told you And I don't never check my unread messages them bitches old news yeah We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do So watch the niggas that you close too Never catch me out here talking shit cause that's what hoes do Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food Im lay her down and tear that shit up like I'm supposed to yea ayeee He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed tooYea We get that money stack that shit up like we supposed too Back him down that boy got hit up with the post move For the love of money it aint shit a nigga won't do So watch the niggas that you close too Never catch me out here talking shot cause that's what hoes do Baby girl go eat this dick up like some soul food Im lay her down and tear that shit up like im supposed to yea ayeee He slipping up I stick him up I tell him don't move Born sinner tryna win I pray I don't loose Im get this money stack this shit up like im supposed too yeah