Move - Kodak Black & G Thugg: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Kodak Black & G Thugg

Move

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Move adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Vulture Love/Capitol Records tarafından 12 Haziran 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıKodak The Blessing

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Geçtiğimiz 7 Gün

00:00 - 00:05

Move geçen hafta ilk birkaç saniyesinde en sık keşfedilen şarkı oldu

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GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kodak Black

Rap

G Thugg

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kodak Black

Songwriter

Ty-Ron Douglas

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Buddah Bless

Producer

Derek Garcia

Recording Engineer

William Fowler

Mixing Engineer

Cameron “DJ CAM” Amedee

Additional Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]

Hit 'em with the Jab

[Chorus]

Aye, big racks, havin' that

Buddah Blessed this beat

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, **** diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns

Bitch been tryin' to fuck me some

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

[Verse 1]

Put it like this, **** ain't on shit unless they with they crew

Look at my bitch and she even got way more heart than they do

Buddah blessed this beat, he sent it to me, then I blessed it too

**** mention me, threaten me, drop check instantly, soon as the text got through

Track' is a quarter of this 'Rari truck, already ordered it, **** are late

Gotta feel a G6 from the safe today, safe to say, shit ain't safe

Talkin' money, I ain't heard nothin', baby talk

Fuck ****, keep runnin', you ain't finna get to see your baby walk

Big old stepper, can't stand me, fuckin' a super on FAU campus

Go with your move, I counter it

Wipin' shit so much, I switch out the oxygen, run a bit, aye

Bad lil' bitch, ain't cuttin' no check

Don't ask for shit, this all you gon' get

Ain't had a bitch that made me moan yet

[Chorus]

Aye, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, **** diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns

Bitch been tryin' to fuck me some

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

[Verse 2]

Broke up with my bitch, she know what she did, I caught her drinkin' my lean

I been up three days straight, I ain't even been chasin' my dream

I got the infrared beam, boy, they green, I keep the Snipes on routine

Cute bitch eat all my Kids Cuisine, I think she like makin' me fiend

I propose on my two feet, but I ain't gon' get on my knee, won't bow down either

You ain't gotta bow down to me 'cause, baby, we king and queen

Ain't losin' this bitch, I put voodoo on her ring and a tracker

Now you Sniper Gang, sign this contract, baby, fuck a pastor

I'm 'bout to cut my dog off, he got on my last nerve

Dirty ass, I'm finna get his ass murked, he took the last Perc'

If it's up to me, you already know what I want

Keep standin' on business, I gotta drop one

Nick-nack-paddy-wack, get his ass gone

I'm headed back home, 'bout to give her that bone

[Chorus]

Aye, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, **** diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns

Bitch been tryin' to fuck me some

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

[Verse 3]

I get it how I live, I don't got no regrets

Even when shit low, I don't get upset

By any means, closed mouths don't get fed

My motto every day just to get a bigger check

Stack it to the ceilin', we just 'bout them billions

Motherfuck a hand, dog, we get it from the muscle

I couldn't stand still, man, you know I had to bubble

Had to shut the demons up and had to stay out of trouble

Every man for theyself, you gotta learn to hustle

All that cap you doin', don't make me bust your bubble

Just bought a Chevelle just to drive on Sunday

But I catch lick on a Hyundai, actually, all my **** on gun play

[Chorus]

Aye, big racks, havin' that

Ricks ain't gotta match

Wrist game Patek-Pat', ooh

Yeah, fuck the bitch, have her mad

Paddy-wack, **** diss, got 'em whacked, move

Trackhawk, the Hellcat, bulletproof Cadillac

Extended glizzy, automatic tool

Yeah, fifty drums, a hundred guns

Bitch been tryin' to fuck me some

Hope you know what you comin' for to do

Written by: Kodak Black, Ty-Ron Douglas

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