Moving Around lyrics

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
In Atlanta with gang, we just f*cked up Copper Cove
Met the plug down in Dallas at Pappadeaux
Got all type of b*tches and all kind of hoes
Can't f*ck without my Glock, and condom on
I ain't f*cking with the green, that's for cheep n*ggas
And I ain't shooting up no cribs, that's for weak n*ggas
Lil homie gun keep jammin', gotta tweek with it
Like I got on new glasses, can't wait to see n*ggas
We ain't no average joes, when we play, yeah, we play for keeps
Like I work for the city, I'm always in the street
Wear big b's with everything, yeah, I'm real discrete
Suck the di*k good, baby, I better not feel no teeth
I'm 'bout to make this b*tch sweat like I hang with Keith
I don't like nonе of these n*ggas, like I hang with Keef
Likе I hugged the ground too hard, I just bang the streets
Iced out my cross now, I'm a dangerous Priest

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
I spent fifty on my teeth, now I can't even eat
He came presi', then got it took, n*gga came in impeach
I popped the Perc and the Xanni, now I can't even sleep
Throw a silencer on the Glock, I came in peace
b*tch, I got rich to fast
f*cked around and use some much fetty 'cause I mix too fast
They pulled me over and I threw it, had to blitz the bag
Playing roles like he frontline, get his sh*t blew back
Made a couple million off bows, like GELV
Take the fetty wap to the coder, that sh*t'll sell cheep
We stopped wearing Burberry, this jacket L.V
They like why the f*ck you got twenty guns? Y'all only twelve deep
40 on me, turn a dreadhead into a mohawk
I'll fire this b*tch up anywhere, a to go cup
Crack the pint and hit a lil' twelve, I got a four tucked
Hundred round hang out the chopper, look like a tow truck
b*tch