Move Wrong – English Lyrics

• By: Polo G, Vonoff1700

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the raw energy of "Move Wrong" by Polo G and Vonoff1700. This track offers a vivid look into street culture and the importance of caution. By exploring its aggressive lyrics and commanding tone, you'll gain insight into the language of the streets and the artistry of modern rap.

[English]

Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down (Bolegs, this you?)

Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down (Spank on the beat)

When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong

This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on

Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone

Diamond was lackin' while it was crackin' and got boomed on

We just clapped a face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on

We got so many pipes up on this block, boy, this a tool zone

Tell 'em free Famous, every court date, I got Zoom on

Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cell, that's somethin' I'm cool on

It take money to go to war, a lotta guns and they not cheap

Glocks, Dracs and ARPs, with this shit 'til the day I leave

My killers bounce out V's and chase him down until he cannot breathe

Only sandbox niggas on my team, you fuck niggas ain't my bleeds

We play laser tag with the beams, my shooters creep

Get up close, don't shoot from deep

Me and Vonno got two a piece

I put the press on a nigga for woofin' about what he gon' do to me

You don't want them killers outside your house, pull up like Uber Eats

Uh, he took off and ran and got knocked right up off his feet

I got rich, and I'm still signed, I just can't stop, I'm in too deep

Opps tryna post up on they block because they heard that I'm OT

I'm in the 'Raq like it's Miami 'cause I'm strapped up with my heat

Big-Big Jilla like a Muslim, he pop up when he hear beef

I had to block J Mane number, he kept talkin' 'bout pushin' peace

Everybody slide in fin-fin, we bounce outta regular Jeeps

We had to tap lil' Keesy head 'cause he thought this shit was sweet, with his dead ass

Throw Bs like we rock red flags, blue hunnids make my pants sag

Took off, but I was dead last, can't wait to let my lead blast

Put a built-in switch up on the Glock, it shoot so damn fast

Talkin' shit, but ain't out on your block, that's how your man's died

Fuck the opps 'til I'm six feet, can't get back what they took from me

They shoulda knew they couldn't compete, they got spanked and put to sleep

I got 34 racks, the fuck I look like, Booker T?

It depend on if you movin' right on whether you booked or free

When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong

This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on

Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone

Diamond was lackin' while it was crackin' and got boomed on

We just clapped a face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on

We got so many pipes up on this block, boy, this a tool zone

Tell 'em free Famous, every court date, I got Zoom on

Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cell, that's somethin' I'm cool on

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