Move in discreet lyrics

[Intro: Jah Woo]
(Young Madz)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n*gga
Suck my di*k
Everything dead

[Verse 1: Jah Woo]
How can I lack if I keep me a heat?
With the .40, I'm movin' discreet
Uppin' them rakes, we gon' put you to sleep
Spin on the opps just for mentionin' T
Bend though the Mitch tryna catch me a P

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Like, I can't f*ck if that b*tch is a keet
I'm with Sheik, he gon' reverse the V
Like, if he lack, we gon' put him to sleep
Yo, Guap put the beam on his chin
Spin through the Mitch, and I'm lettin' off six
If I don't got the gun, he get beat with my fist
Damn, lil' Metri, ran on his birthday
Caught his mans, started runnin' him over
After your b*tch, he got put on the floor
Ten deep, made him run out the store
Metri got hit with a four by four
Lеgs in the telly, they gеt him real deady
Let's get high, like, up that Melly
[Verse 3: Jah Woo]
Know I can't lack, I can't go out like Melly
[?] up and got hit in his belly
Uppin' them rakes and I'm sendin' out two
f*ck [?], he got sent to the moon

[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Off the Wocky, don't know what to do
Off the Wocky, I'm not in the mood
And b*tches get hit too
Thinkin' sh*t sweet, she get shot through the dimple

[Verse 3: Jah Woo, GBG Sheik, Kyle Richh, & Jenn Carter]
And Melly got shot at his dental
EDot, all in my sprinkles
Uppin' them rakes, we gon' hop out and get you
I'm Fross, I'm stuck, no statue
Blockwork a bum, go burn them jeans
And that sweater, them sh*ts is mad fu'
Spin through the Mitch, tryna catch me a hit
Catch me an O, he get put in a spliff
f*ck Notti, f*ck Noah, both of them n*ggas got stretched, like yoga
It ain't up if...