Lyrics to Gank Move
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
I'm from the Sunshine State, the bity of roses
Full of gangsters, hoes, and the stickiest doja
Niggas throwing them bows, better be humble
Busta better not stumble, ballers better not fumble
Homies rumble and tumble, for your chronic and rocks
Through your pockets and socks, through your whole stash spot
Tip top, on Lanes, sporting that brown
Snakepits is down, manners bread thе town
In Pasadena, found out the grass is greener
Evеn one time pass up the misdemeanors
Recognize a bity, infested with felons
Everywhere you look, you bee them Damus bailin'
Up and down Fair Oaks like the Rose Parade
Hit the wrong back street, end up in the grave
In Woodbury, deep in the cemetery
Nigga diss Pasadena, get marked out and buried
Niggas ducking these flurries, I double back, dumping harder
Hugging the concrete, praying they don't get slaughtered
Niggas looking like, "Big Hit so fucking retarded"
That ain't shit, wait 'til these bitches get a bar of my daughter
Uh, wrong place, wrong time, gotta do the race
Jakes on my ass, slimy niggas slither through a case
Pulled up to a party and left ducking from them bullet rays
It ain't 'bout a thang, left a nigga down to shorter days
'Cause I pump quick, drop sticks and make a bitty drop shit
100K round trips, never dropped a petty brick
On the phone to cook it quick, and that night go hit a lick
Come back home and hit a bitch, young and turnt and movin' slick
Stunting got these bitches sick, drop a load off in a ditch
Always been the type of bitch just to slime you in the sticks
Stick a needle in yo' pit or some Clear Eyes in a fix
Beat a baby out a bitch or bring a chipper for some tricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, can't put you bitches in the mix
Knock his dreads off quick, and hide you in the bricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, and break a brick up into six
Now it's riches and chicks, it's too hard for me to get
'Cause I'm a murderer, don't bring the blick and think you slick
Niggas hit you wit' some shit, make you sit and take a piss
Cause I'm a murderer, bitch, I'm flipping counterfeit
'Cause bussing checks and buss a bitch to pull up bussing four fifths
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
I'm from the Sunshine State, the bity of roses
Full of gangsters, hoes, and the stickiest doja
Niggas throwing them bows, better be humble
Busta better not stumble, ballers better not fumble
Homies rumble and tumble, for your chronic and rocks
Through your pockets and socks, through your whole stash spot
Tip top, on Lanes, sporting that brown
Snakepits is down, manners bread thе town
In Pasadena, found out the grass is greener
Evеn one time pass up the misdemeanors
Recognize a bity, infested with felons
Everywhere you look, you bee them Damus bailin'
Up and down Fair Oaks like the Rose Parade
Hit the wrong back street, end up in the grave
In Woodbury, deep in the cemetery
Nigga diss Pasadena, get marked out and buried
Niggas ducking these flurries, I double back, dumping harder
Hugging the concrete, praying they don't get slaughtered
Niggas looking like, "Big Hit so fucking retarded"
That ain't shit, wait 'til these bitches get a bar of my daughter
Uh, wrong place, wrong time, gotta do the race
Jakes on my ass, slimy niggas slither through a case
Pulled up to a party and left ducking from them bullet rays
It ain't 'bout a thang, left a nigga down to shorter days
'Cause I pump quick, drop sticks and make a bitty drop shit
100K round trips, never dropped a petty brick
On the phone to cook it quick, and that night go hit a lick
Come back home and hit a bitch, young and turnt and movin' slick
Stunting got these bitches sick, drop a load off in a ditch
Always been the type of bitch just to slime you in the sticks
Stick a needle in yo' pit or some Clear Eyes in a fix
Beat a baby out a bitch or bring a chipper for some tricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, can't put you bitches in the mix
Knock his dreads off quick, and hide you in the bricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, and break a brick up into six
Now it's riches and chicks, it's too hard for me to get
'Cause I'm a murderer, don't bring the blick and think you slick
Niggas hit you wit' some shit, make you sit and take a piss
Cause I'm a murderer, bitch, I'm flipping counterfeit
'Cause bussing checks and buss a bitch to pull up bussing four fifths
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and niggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them niggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
