Gank Move lyrics

[Chorus: Gank Move]
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n*ggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them n*ggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face

[Verse 1: Big Hit]
I'm from the Sunshine State, the bity of roses
Full of gangsters, hoes, and the stickiest doja
n*ggas throwing them bows, better be humble
Busta better not stumble, ballers better not fumble
Homies rumble and tumble, for your chronic and rocks
Through your pockets and socks, through your whole stash spot
Tip top, on Lanes, sporting that brown
Snakepits is down, manners bread thе town
In Pasadena, found out the grass is greener
Evеn one time pass up the misdemeanors
Recognize a bity, infested with felons
Everywhere you look, you be them Damus bailin'
Up and down Fair Oaks like the Rose Parade
Hit the wrong back street, end up in the grave
In Woodbury, deep in the cemetery
n*gga diss Pasadena, get marked out and buried
n*ggas ducking these flurries, I double back, dumping harder
Hugging the concrete, praying they don't get slaughtered
n*ggas looking like, "Big Hit so f*cking retarded"
That ain't sh*t, wait 'til these b*tches get a bar of my daughter
[Verse 2: HitgirlLENA]
Uh, wrong place, wrong time, gotta do the race
Jakes on my ass, slimy n*ggas slither through a case
Pulled up to a party and left ducking from them bullet rays
It ain't 'bout a thang, left a n*gga down to shorter days
'Cause I pump quick, drop sticks and make a bitty drop sh*t
100K round trips, never dropped a petty brick
On the phone to cook it quick, and that night go hit a lick
Come back home and hit a b*tch, young and turnt and movin' slick
Stunting got these b*tches sick, drop a load off in a ditch
Always been the type of b*tch just to slime you in the sticks
Stick a needle in yo' pit or some Clear Eyes in a fix
Beat a baby out a b*tch or bring a chipper for some tricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, can't put you b*tches in the mix
Knock his dreads off quick, and hide you in the bricks
'Cause I'm a murderer, and break a brick up into six
Now it's riches and chicks, it's too hard for me to get
'Cause I'm a murderer, don't bring the blick and think you slick
n*ggas hit you wit' some sh*t, make you sit and take a p*ss
Cause I'm a murderer, b*tch, I'm flipping counterfeit
'Cause bussing checks and buss a b*tch to pull up bussing four fifths

[Chorus: Gank Move]
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n*ggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them n*ggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face
Murderer number two back on the creek
I pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n*ggas go to sleep
The 9mm caught them n*ggas in the wrong place
Two weeks later, dead body found with no face