Can’t Move Wrong (Fast) lyrics

[Intro: Luh Tyler]
(Xair, let me get that motherf*cker)
Skee
Yeah, n*gga, rrr, rrr
Yeah, phew, phew
n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
n*gga gettin' to that green just like Cee-Lo
n*gga, I’m a smooth-ass jit, feel like Gio
And I got your b*tch bitin' on me like mosquito
I might go and get her edges laid like a Frito
n*gga know I snap on every beat
b*tch, I'm in another n*gga’s city just like every week
Know I gotta stay up on the grind, n*gga, ain't no sleep
Know you gotta watch out for them n*ggas 'cause they moving creep
Gotta look out for the fam, n*gga, that's what made me
Got me feelin' like I'm XB, you know I'm wavy
Real smooth n*gga, I'll slide up on your lady
Pull up in that super Benz, took off in Mercеdes
I ain’t tryna play no games, baby, tricks for kids
In the booth, I’m feelin' supеr like my n*gga Wiz
Man, these n*ggas really cap, think they work at Lids
n*ggas steady hatin’ on me, startin' to feel like Chris
Tryna run that money up and go and drop it on my wrist
Pop out on the scene, got your b*tch tryna take a pic
n*gga chasin' after money, know I get that sh*t quick
Pull up to the club, rock the stage, get that sh*t lit
Pull up to the club, rock the stage, got your b*tch amazed
n*ggas steady hatin' on me, b*tch, I ain’t even fazed
I'ma just go run that money up and put it in your face
When that lil b*tch get to actin' out, I put her in her place
You can come and get your b*tch back, I want a refund
Before you come and try to talk to me, b*tch, get your feet done
n*gga, I been gettin' to them bands like Big Meech son
Pull up in that super coupe, but this is not no Nissan
[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
I found the route, I'm at that dome by the FNU
Cash out on one and a half, I might just front you two
Dope sold, money fold, what you tryna do?
I could bring the dope back to life, but this ain't nothin' new
Relapse, said I was gon' ride, but I just popped a viber
Skydivin', boy, you ain't connivin', I'm a real glider
Traction ain't off, but I could spin it, I'm a real slider
Wrestlin' with the work all in the lab 'cause I'm a real fighter
Got the fully auto all in Toronto, this a super Drac'
If early birds get all the worms, these n*ggas super late
Like, f*ck the four door, it's me and bae, we slidin' coupe today
Tyler say he on what I'm on, who we gon' shoot today?
Yeah, I serve the junkies third person, I'ma catch the powers
A hundred fifty miles away, that's only two hours
All my lines gettin' hot, I served too many flowers
VPN, how they gon' track me when I block the tower? (Ha)

[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
I done upped that price, yeah, I doubled up
Got your b*tch pourin' liquor with the Sprite in my double cup
Man, I really think a n*gga 'bout to blow, I done bubbled up
n*gga, I done jumped inside my bag, I done duffled up
n*gga runnin' up them bands, know I need my pockets fat, man
Baby, let me give that ass a pat like I'm Trapland
n*gga know I step out all black like I'm Batman
b*tch, I need the frontend 'fore I pick up the backend
I need a mil', n*gga, f*ck a hundred grand, man
I can't kick it with you n*ggas, I ain't Jackie Chan, man
n*gga hatin' on me, mad 'cause his b*tch a fan, man
How the f*ck you don't got no motion? I don't understand, man
I been steppin' on they neck, so I had to put my shoes on
n*gga finna get my groove on
It's a bad b*tch, she too grown
I can't never sit still, n*gga know I gotta move on
Catch me singin' to your b*tch like Mr. Right, I can't move wrong
[Outro]
No, I can't move wrong
Yeah, n*gga
No, I can't move wrong
Yeah
Bad b*tch and she too grown
n*gga, yeah
Phew, phew
n*gga, skee
Alright, let me do one more adlib on the bar