[Intro: Unhkl Flex]
Oh-oh
(Joey, you want one?)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I hope you understand, when you call my phone
Hear the ringtone, leave a message at the tone
I was movin' bales, baby leave me alone
I was movin' bales, baby leave me alone
Why you gotta call my phone, no I'm not at home
Baby let me roam, money on my phone
Take you shoppin' up in Rome, just to put you in your place, huh
I don't wanna hear shit when I'm out of state, huh
They was talking down to me, but that's A-Okay, huh
My new AK, just like man down, mayday, huh
Run in your house, whеre the safe, huh
Nobody in hеre is safe, huh
Hands in the air, I can see him, a stick on lil' nigga what's up in your place huh, place huh
[Chorus: Unhkl Flex]
She gon' move her ass, just like I move the bale
She gon' move her ass, just like I move the bale
She gon' move her ass, just like I move the bale
She gon' move her ass, just like I move the bale
[Verse 2: Unhkl Flex]
I'm moving a quart with a hundred-thousand-dollar chain on
I got an AMG, probably three years on the front, the courthouse look like Chicco
And my baby mama thought she'd leave the AMG and gon' jump me in Range Rover
I get the fuck up outta Indiana then I go meet up with my main girl
I was saved by the bell, the way that I'm moving saving me from jail
You ain't got no clientele, my nigga, then you ain't gotta hit my cell
I got a Glock with a scope and a beam and extension, fuck around and probably evoke
Kill everybody, tryna take my gold, Illuminati, shawty, prolly take his soul
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
I kick this shit like this shit is karate, I take a Xanny and die with a Molly, uh
I just got drunk on the party, that bitch so fake that I call her a Barbie, uh
Run up on me, then I'm shooting, yo' girl gon' ride me, like my shit a Harley, ooh (Pew-pew, pew)
Do I love her? Hardly, I was smokin' on that Marley, ooh
You know I can't keep up, but they need us
My brother movin' bales like Adidas
Yeah, he got his stripes up, we some hoopers, uh
Shorty wanna kick it, I told her this isn't FIFA
You can catch me rollin' reefer, huh
Rollin' papers like my last name Khalifa, huh, ayy
I be movin' faster than a cheetah
Expose hoes, yeah, you know that bitch a cheater, hey
I was in the trap, I was movin' bales
Wit' a broke heart, baby, can you fucking tell? Huh, ayy
I won't kiss and tell, send it through the mail, huh
My love letter in a song, send it through the mail
[Bridge: Unhkl Flex]
She gon' move her ass just like I move— (Oh-oh)
She gon' move her ass just like I move— (Just like I move)
[Verse 4: Juice WRLD]
Ayy, move them bales, I don't trust them niggas
Niggas tattletale, ayy, I can tell
Pull up on the scene, my .40 on my belt
I been ballin' out, I feel like Raymond Felton
I was movin' bales while you was in diapers
I was movin' bales, yeah, I was sellin' hyper
Pull up in that Viper, drive it like a Spider
Fuckin' with the bales, that shit suicidal, ayy
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