Babyface Ray, Veeze, G.T. - Move Heavy lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Veeze, G.T. - Move Heavy lyrics]
(LacedByStace)
Multi-color Chanels walkin' out of Jeffreys
My nigga G still trappin'
Like we ain't heavy
I just got off a plane from Cali, bitch
I stay ready
Right now I'm in the White House
Like I go fuck with Skeddy
Fairfax, new Supreme coat look
Like a fuckin' Pelle
Melrose, smokin' good dope
We don't fuck with Larry 6 Mile and Wyo'
Had to serve him up at Lou's Deli
And if I come across 8 Mile
You gotta throw me extra
Fishscale all across my sweater
And I ain't goin' for anything
'cause they taught me bettter
Ayy, they threw them bitches in the air
You know we catch 'em
Only live by one code
Don't fold under pressure
Out in Hollywood throwin' shots back
We on the rooftop
The bitch got on the Gucci slides
And the Gucci tube socks
The lean game gettin' watered down
But the blues not gotta play it cool
They put whatever on that food now
Out in Vegas at the fight like I'm 2Pac
Niggas gettin' small bread
That's a crouton
That MIA merch come with coupons
If you come get a whole, you get two now
The clip died, nigga
I swear we hit it two times
Playin' a game at the spot
Chillin' on the futon
I'm up at 7 am, but they come at 9
Back when I was sellin' diamonds
You couldn't come with nine
We be smokin' ether like we fuck with Nas
When we in this gun work
Better not come with knives
You can run away
But they gon' touch your spine
"Veeze, you the GOAT" yeah
I get that shit all the time
G plugged out West, but he don't wear Chucks
Two zips of this, it cost a pair of buffs
LB don't like when niggas stare at us
I can't cuff no bitch
I just don't care enough
You can't get the pack from me, dawg
'cause you don't pay enough
Keep it honest, you gon' keep it solid or
You gon' say it's us?
Nigga, this Gelato, this ain't Purple Punch
Forty-one the strand, Rollie forty bucks
Flyin' down the 105, pourin' up
Brody say he need a 'bow of Runtz
I got it pullin' up
They think we in Milwaukee
All they see is bucks
I'm chillin', sippin' coffee
Talkin' with the plug
You thinkin' 'bout a bag
I'm thinkin' 'bout some trucks
I'm thinkin' 'bout them tons
You just a runner-up
Multi-color Chanels walkin' out of Jeffreys
My nigga G still trappin'
Like we ain't heavy
I just got off a plane from Cali, bitch
I stay ready
Right now I'm in the White House
Like I go fuck with Skeddy
Fairfax, new Supreme coat look
Like a fuckin' Pelle
Melrose, smokin' good dope
We don't fuck with Larry 6 Mile and Wyo'
Had to serve him up at Lou's Deli
And if I come across 8 Mile
You gotta throw me extra
Fishscale all across my sweater
And I ain't goin' for anything
'cause they taught me bettter
Ayy, they threw them bitches in the air
You know we catch 'em
Only live by one code
Don't fold under pressure
Out in Hollywood throwin' shots back
We on the rooftop
The bitch got on the Gucci slides
And the Gucci tube socks
The lean game gettin' watered down
But the blues not gotta play it cool
They put whatever on that food now
Out in Vegas at the fight like I'm 2Pac
Niggas gettin' small bread
That's a crouton
That MIA merch come with coupons
If you come get a whole, you get two now
The clip died, nigga
I swear we hit it two times
Playin' a game at the spot
Chillin' on the futon
I'm up at 7 am, but they come at 9
Back when I was sellin' diamonds
You couldn't come with nine
We be smokin' ether like we fuck with Nas
When we in this gun work
Better not come with knives
You can run away
But they gon' touch your spine
"Veeze, you the GOAT" yeah
I get that shit all the time
G plugged out West, but he don't wear Chucks
Two zips of this, it cost a pair of buffs
LB don't like when niggas stare at us
I can't cuff no bitch
I just don't care enough
You can't get the pack from me, dawg
'cause you don't pay enough
Keep it honest, you gon' keep it solid or
You gon' say it's us?
Nigga, this Gelato, this ain't Purple Punch
Forty-one the strand, Rollie forty bucks
Flyin' down the 105, pourin' up
Brody say he need a 'bow of Runtz
I got it pullin' up
They think we in Milwaukee
All they see is bucks
I'm chillin', sippin' coffee
Talkin' with the plug
You thinkin' 'bout a bag
I'm thinkin' 'bout some trucks
I'm thinkin' 'bout them tons
You just a runner-up