Move Wrong - Polo G & VonOff1700: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Polo G & VonOff1700

Move Wrong

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Move Wrong fue lanzado el 12 de agosto de 2025 por Capalot/Columbia Records como parte del álbum Move Wrong - Single

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumMove Wrong - Single

Fecha de lanzamiento12 de agosto de 2025

Sello discográficoCapalot/Columbia Records

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM166

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes

Polo G

Voces

VonOff1700

Voces

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Taurus Bartlett

Taurus Bartlett

Autoría

Davon meeks

Autoría

Marlon Goodwin

Autoría

Tristan Jones

Autoría

Premro Smith

Autoría

Producción e ingeniería

SpvnkOnnaBeat

Producción

BolegsThisYou

Producción

Dennis Brockman, Jr.

Dennis Brockman, Jr.

Ingeniería de grabación

Todd Hurtt

Masterización

Letra

[Intro]

Lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

You hoes lay it down

[Chorus]

When I up this Drac', a **** bet' not move wrong

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

Long live all the bros, most of they killas gotta 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 if he famous, every court date I got Zoom on

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

[Verse 1]

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

Glocks, Drac's, and ARPs wit' this shit till the day I leave

My killas bounce out Vs and chase him down until he cannot breathe

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

We play laser tag wit' beams, my shooters creep

Get up close, don't shoot from deep

Me and Von 'nem got two apiece, I put the press on a **** for woofin' about what he gon' do to me

You don't want them killas outside yo' house pull up like UberEats

[Verse 2]

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 into deep

I was 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 wit' my heat

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

I had the block Jay main number, he kept talmbout pushin' peace

Everybody slide with FNs, we bounce out of regular Jeeps

We had to tap lil' Keecy head 'cause he thought that shit was sweet

Wit' his dead eyes

[Verse 3]

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 yo' block is how yo' mans died

Fuck the opps till I'm 6 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 30 for a wrestler fuck, I look like Booker T

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

[Chorus]

When I up this Drac', a **** bet' not move wrong

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

Long live all the bros, most of they killas gotta 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 if he famous, every court date I got Zoom on

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

Written by: Davon meeks, Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith, Taurus Bartlett, Tristan Jones

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