Dont Front Yo Move lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Uh
Yeah, man, they know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Uh

[Verse]
Don't front your move (Don't front your move)
Glock got switchy, up this b*tch, it blast (Blah)
Soon as we pass opps, we roll 'em up, that sh*t be gas (pus*y)
I can't f*ck on hoes I used to f*ck, them b*tches trash (Them b*tches)
Send a b*tch his way, he gon' drop lo' for that lil' ass (f*ckin' goofy)
Man, f*ck the opps, whenever they 'net beef, we bend through block (Uh)
Ain't no peace treaty with no n*gga, once it's up, we come send shots (Brrt)
Dee c*ck the Glock, when this b*tch blast, Clay on the side, a switch went off
Killed they only slider and they ain't slide for him, sh*t threw me off
Pop a Perc' tonight 'cause she want drug sex, but she like Act' (Freak b*tch)
Ain't no b*tch gon' play with me, I cut her off, b*tch, I'm the catch (Uh)
Can't believe how soft these n*ggas is, but turnt up on the 'net (Man, these n*ggas b*tches)
The trenches crazy, seent it all, but I'm paranoid, I'm at my back (Go)
Them XDs decent, ain't no button on the back, though, we don't cop those (Brrt)
He had a threesome with two b*tches, damn near ate, but they block hoes (Bop)
Took his switch, he tried to trade, I ain't no snake, but he backdoored (Goofy)
Tell them pretty hoes to be cool and stay in they lane 'cause I pop hoes (Uh)
Went to the feds, Bob left me, that sh*t hurt my heart (Bobby)
Come through this block doin' more than thirty, we gon' flip them f*ckin' cars
I had a fifty on my switch, Glock shot like thirty-five
Won't throw no pipes in no high-speeds, might have to up that b*tch and blast
You got the city turnt as in the 'Raq, you f*ckin' lyin' (Goofy)
f*cked three hoes off Clubhouse this week, they very fine
Two-four in my glizzy, b*tch, I shoot like Kobe Bryant (Uh)
I can't get up if that sh*t stink, don't give no f*ck if she was fine (Mwah)
He went to jail and duck that smoke, we kill his only friends (b*tch)
Don't want that pus*y, b*tch, if you gon' post on OnlyFans (Uh)
KO called and said the opps out, sh*t, we spinned again (sh*t ain't sh*t)
She f*cked me, MO, and Wooski, how that b*tch a ten? (Goofy)
Caught him loafin' with his G-Lock, he ain't even get no shots off (Brrt, brrt)
Catch any factor, smoke his ass, on foenem, switch the Glock off
Bend they block, hop out on feet, I bet ain't sh*t gon' pop off (You know that)
They tryna troll, but they don't never slide, that sh*t be knockoff (Know that)