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[Verse 1: William Crooks] Yeah, I think it's time to pack it up Game full of Draculas It's a lot of suckas in here Y'all need to move (woah) Y'all need to move Smokin' flower pack Willy Crooks gonna take the power back Fuck sleep, I don't even take power naps These nerds is shower caps, no drip You say you got sauce, but that shit Prego (woo) You bought that at a store with a label! [Chorus: William Crooks] Slip up and watch the repo take your damn shit Yeah you got the advance, but you ain't got advanced shit You wanna dance with the devil, so go dance for him They don't wanna hear you, they just sell it [Post-Chorus: William Crooks] Yeah, y'all need to move (woop) Bitch, you look confused (yeah) I feel back from thе dead Hang the metal on my nеck I did not come to lose [Verse 2: TYGKO] Corny niggas wanna shuck to the groove Boy, I never gave a fuck So why would I give proof? I ain't got chains, but the pearls in my jewels Why they lost in the sauce, thinkin' that they got juice Oh and my whole crew split a very short fuse I was barely ten when my noggin got loose If they want a price tag, they can check my toes Wait, I've been on a high man, fuck 'em if they lowballing Yo dawg, closest y'all need to get to me is— Man, y'all need to move Skin black from the lagoon ink Stop talking that shit Pull the gadget, light the match Y'all slacking on the God Get the smelling salts Jump 'em like a checker board He'll be better for it, I get paranoia 'Cause these fuckin' voices in my head Keep tellin' me more All these fuckin' crickets in my ear is very annoying Bitch, I'm like the monster under your bed Set in your closet Closest y'all need to get to me is Man, y'all need to— [Chorus: William Crooks] Slip up and watch the repo take your damn shit Yeah you got the advance, but you ain't got advanced shit You wanna dance with the devil, so go dance for him They don't wanna hear you, they just sell it [Verse 3: William Crooks] Yeah, y'all need to move somethin' Show and prove, mothafucker do somethin' I came up out the womb covered in bruises Bitch I got drive, everywhere you take is Ubers Fucked up in the crib smokin' Froot Loops Bangin YouTube rips in the club I'm in the future Mothafucker do somethin' Y'all need to move Y'all get your swag from beats to study to I am not impressed You got the pocket like a cocktail dress, you don't! You don't! Yeah, y'all need to move