Move Em

[Intro: Jim Jones]

Mm (Lotti)

Sneaky hatin' going on (Back to back)

These niggas never put in no work if they had a 9-to-5

Jomo

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

He got the city under control, nigga, PlayStation (Grand Theft)

All this motion I been havin', but these niggas stay hatin' (Fuck 'em)

'Member down in the Bahamas, they thought I was on vacation

Cigarette boats full of coke, nigga, that was a yay-cation (Fuckin' cunnies)

Started gettin' kis, so a nigga had to pad the locks (Facts)

How you have the longest run in Harlem, nigga, and you never had a block? (Twelve straight)

You never had a fight in the hood, nigga, you never had an opp

You know I had a moshpit of them fiends, nigga, like I was Travis Scott

Smoke that, niggas bettеr duck in the rain when they start to scattеr shots (Grrt, grrt, grrt)

Summertime 'bout to spin around, think I'm 'bout to grab a drop (What you thinkin'?)

Per usual, nigga, that's what they know me for

And I always got that shit on, what you think them hoes tryna blow me for? Uh (Nasty)

Bitches on my body, all my niggas screamin' Lotti (Eastside)

Little homie just came home 'cause he got hit up in the lobby

Take you to the A, shit, I can show you where I'm from

They matchin' they blicks with the fists 'cause these young niggas is wearin' guns

All they know is murder, murder, lil' homie just caught twenty years for one

That's why I pray to the Father 'cause out here can get scary, son (Uh)

Back to back

Side to side

Billy get him

[Chorus]

Don't you fuck around, we ain't playin'

We can feel it in your heart that you're fakin'

You was prayin' hopin' that we wouldn't make it

But we see now who you are, you a snake, we gotta watch

We been gettin' money and they steady hatin'

This is our city, but you know we let you claim it

We can feel it in your heart if you're fakin'

And if it ain't love, then you can save it (Got the city, nigga, yeah, okay)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Yeah, we got the city under control like remotes, nigga (We got the city, nigga)

I send them hitters to your crib if you owe, nigga (Don't make me send 'em)

Youngin'll burn you for that bread, you'll be toast, nigga (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

It's Halloween in my garage, you see the Ghost, nigga (What? What?)

No, nigga, suckers can't get with us or drip with us (They can't)

New Rolls, Hermès seats, they can't sit with us (Uh)

Bussdown after bussdown, this shit ridiculous (Yeah)

I'm 'bout to pick the Richard up, I know you haters sick of us

[Verse 3]

Nigga, I don't care what you woulda did or coulda did

Nigga, he dead now, who care less what he shoulda did?

Niggas not poppin' they plato, stop that cappin'

I be really trappin', them shooters make them tap in, uh (That's right)

She love me not, used to make them cuddles cop

If he don't give me what I want, I get that plucky shot (Baow)

If I give her money, she give me coochie with it (Come here, baby)

If it's beef, it's up forever, I ain't neutral with it

[Chorus]

Don't you fuck around, we ain't playin'

We can feel it in your heart that you're fakin'

You was prayin' hopin' that we wouldn't make it

But we see now who you are, you a snake, we gotta watch

We been gettin' money and they steady hatin'

This is our city, but you know we let you claim it

We can feel it in your heart if you're fakin'

And if it ain't love, then you can save it