Move That Dope by TeamJimmy Lyrics
[Hook: Future]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
[Verse 1: TeamJimmy]
Uh, we goin to war, roaches on floors
Cooking up, cooking up, keys to open up doors
Keys for keys to that Ferrari, workin’ my wrist like Atari
Yeah my clothes they are Armani, keep it Italian
Chop bricks like Judo, keep white like Gambino or Mio
Dodge Rico, keep building my ego, Mexicans seved like burritos
Gotta keep down on the D Low, uh, movin that work like I’m Nino, uh
Yeah that man is my role model, uh, got my hand round this bottle
Neck, lotta hoes so I have a lot of, sex
Put my foot down on the throttle, yes
Car does the work, I ain’t gotta, flex
Look cool but deep down I’m a, mess
Serving the dope out the ghost, turn your hoes into ghosts
I’m proposing a toast, since we out coast to coast
You oppose our lil homies, you get broken bones
Top of the totem poles
All these white lines like a chalkboard, only way to move is forward
Numbers don’t lie, check the scoreboard, like Gucci Flipflops you’re just all talk
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Unfuckwitable]
Ay, movin' that dope, all day
Gotta go get it, what the fuck did you just say
Get out of my way
I'm up here, on the road, movin that dope
Niggas wanna talk but they're just hoes
All my niggas, man, we got hope
And y'all got no hope
And y'all already should know
That I'm not about to play no games
With you niggas, oh no
It's that nigga again, he got the bitch in his hand
And he ain't playing again, he fucking around with the team
But we already [?], so what is you saying
Stay in your lane lil nigga, lame-ass nigga
Talking all this shit behind the Internet
But when you come down and it's real life
You wanna talk on all this shit some more
But I'mma come back and get it cause I ain't no ho
Movin' that dope to the plug and the connect
Shoutout to the plug, hey, [?]
So what is you saying?
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: Caslon]
Call me the rosso you know i’m the man
Green on the wrist and the green on the chain
Thought you was safe but caslon be insane
3 in yo chest and then 6 in your brain
Bitch better get me my money real quick
Or you gon get left because I ain’t rick
Army of hoes going down on my clique
3 on my face and 6 on my dick
Got the same amount in my whip including my brudders
6 deep, blowing weed with multiple colors
Jimmy in the backseat and hes fuckin on yo wife
I’m hangin out my window screaming Paid4bandz for life
Emerald studded, these bitches love it
Look yo girl in the eye she blushin
Pull yo sister to side we fuckin
Walk yo mother outside she suckin
That’s your girl, sister and mommy
I just fucked them like a tsunami
In the lounge, blowing afghani
Poof, I’m gone in my Pagani
[Hook: Future]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
[Verse 1: TeamJimmy]
Uh, we goin to war, roaches on floors
Cooking up, cooking up, keys to open up doors
Keys for keys to that Ferrari, workin’ my wrist like Atari
Yeah my clothes they are Armani, keep it Italian
Chop bricks like Judo, keep white like Gambino or Mio
Dodge Rico, keep building my ego, Mexicans seved like burritos
Gotta keep down on the D Low, uh, movin that work like I’m Nino, uh
Yeah that man is my role model, uh, got my hand round this bottle
Neck, lotta hoes so I have a lot of, sex
Put my foot down on the throttle, yes
Car does the work, I ain’t gotta, flex
Look cool but deep down I’m a, mess
Serving the dope out the ghost, turn your hoes into ghosts
I’m proposing a toast, since we out coast to coast
You oppose our lil homies, you get broken bones
Top of the totem poles
All these white lines like a chalkboard, only way to move is forward
Numbers don’t lie, check the scoreboard, like Gucci Flipflops you’re just all talk
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Unfuckwitable]
Ay, movin' that dope, all day
Gotta go get it, what the fuck did you just say
Get out of my way
I'm up here, on the road, movin that dope
Niggas wanna talk but they're just hoes
All my niggas, man, we got hope
And y'all got no hope
And y'all already should know
That I'm not about to play no games
With you niggas, oh no
It's that nigga again, he got the bitch in his hand
And he ain't playing again, he fucking around with the team
But we already [?], so what is you saying
Stay in your lane lil nigga, lame-ass nigga
Talking all this shit behind the Internet
But when you come down and it's real life
You wanna talk on all this shit some more
But I'mma come back and get it cause I ain't no ho
Movin' that dope to the plug and the connect
Shoutout to the plug, hey, [?]
So what is you saying?
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: Caslon]
Call me the rosso you know i’m the man
Green on the wrist and the green on the chain
Thought you was safe but caslon be insane
3 in yo chest and then 6 in your brain
Bitch better get me my money real quick
Or you gon get left because I ain’t rick
Army of hoes going down on my clique
3 on my face and 6 on my dick
Got the same amount in my whip including my brudders
6 deep, blowing weed with multiple colors
Jimmy in the backseat and hes fuckin on yo wife
I’m hangin out my window screaming Paid4bandz for life
Emerald studded, these bitches love it
Look yo girl in the eye she blushin
Pull yo sister to side we fuckin
Walk yo mother outside she suckin
That’s your girl, sister and mommy
I just fucked them like a tsunami
In the lounge, blowing afghani
Poof, I’m gone in my Pagani
[Hook: Future]