[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
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