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Move Wrong
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Move Wrong 由 Capalot/Columbia Records 於 2025年8月12日發行,收錄於專輯《 》中Move Wrong - Single
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發行日期2025年8月12日
標籤Capalot/Columbia Records
旋律
原聲音質
Valence
節奏感
輕快
BPM166

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積分

演出藝人
Polo G
Polo G
演出者
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
演出者
詞曲
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
詞曲創作
Davon meeks
Davon meeks
詞曲創作
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
詞曲創作
Tristan Jones
Tristan Jones
詞曲創作
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
SpvnkOnnaBeat
SpvnkOnnaBeat
製作人
BolegsThisYou
BolegsThisYou
製作人
Dennis Brockman, Jr.
Dennis Brockman, Jr.
錄音師
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
母帶工程師

歌詞

[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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