Music: Deandre Wheelwright
[Intro]
Moves like Jagger, I've got them moves like Jagger
I've got them moves like Jagger
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I said switches and Dracs
Nigga tried to run from the glitch and got left on his face, I'm smokin' on James
Nigga dropped twenty-three shots, all missed, they ain't got no aim, had to build my rank
Chase a nigga down on feet, **** nigga got stuck on the gate, hit the gas, no brakes
I don't think you got what it take, get bored and wanna race with the jakes, in the city, it ain't safe
Bitch, I was walkin' through class with a G22 on my waist tryna get somethin' spank
Me and lil' bro hop out, quick draw, send shit straight to space, I been stuck to the pape'
Butter and a cup with a K, I'm as real as it get, **** fake, I done gave you niggas brakes
Niggas talkin' 'bout they wanna slide, send a drop, I'ma come play skate
[Verse]
I was thinkin' out the box
Havin' dreams of buyin' back the block, it ain't walks if you don't hear a couple shots, tryna get a nigga popped
Shit, Lisa gave it all he got, ten years old, I was savin' for a Glock, hit the bro, what's the plot?
Fall through the back with a chop', got a knife that'll kill you for a rock, pop an opp out his socks
Ain't hidin' out his turf from the cops, duck and tuck 'cause the beef gettin' hot
Now I'm off to the bag, it's really why I got the opps mad
Got a bad bitch with blick in the stash, send a blitz, get grabbed
Never could I ever go out sad, if I catch him, put the belt up on his ass, got my foot up in the door
You ain't ever slid and blew your pole, keep on shootin' 'til his body hit the floor, leave and drive to the bro
He ain't leavin' safe, want smoke, got a Drac' and a chop' with a scope, niggas ain't kill shit
I'm the one that bounced out with blick, left him floppin' on the floor like a bitch
Throw a five, throw ten, flick up, then you work for your Gen, puttin' water in the Beamer to go spin
I don't do the back and forth, hear a nigga play, gettin' torched
Over the summer, I got blicky in the shorts, pullin' skits like a sport
Huey got popped on his porch, what's-his-name? Got popped in court
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I said switches and Dracs
Nigga tried to run from the glitch and got left on his face, I'm smokin' on James
Nigga dropped twenty-three shots, all missed, they ain't got no aim, had to build my rank
Chase a nigga down on feet, **** nigga got stuck on the gate, hit the gas, no brakes
I don't think you got what it take, get bored and wanna race with the jakes, in the city, it ain't safe
Bitch, I was walkin' through class with a G22 on my waist tryna get somethin' spank
Me and lil' bro hop out, quick draw, send shit straight to space, I been stuck to the pape'
Butter in a cup with a K, I'm as real as it get, **** fake, I done gave you niggas brakes
Niggas talkin' 'bout they wanna slide, send a drop, I'ma come play skate