AR Da Don 100 - Don't Move Lyrics

Hit em wit it
Bucka bucka
Ya ya
Hit em wit it
Bucka bucka bucka
Ya ya
Ya ya
Bucka bucka bucka

I don't step I stomp
I don't pinch I chomp
I don't rep I rock
I don't bip I bop
I shoot they drop
My style go pop
I can't be stopped
I'm hip I'm hop
I splash and drip
I hustle them flips
Well equipped

One false move them suckers get killed
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Don't move
Less You Gangster
And you rock rock rock
Ya
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Hit em wit it
Hit em wit it
Bucka bucka
Ya ya

If I pull I aim I shoot
Ghetto from the root
Problem call the troops
Ops laced likes boots
Transformers
Coming out the coupe
Business like a money suit
Ll Corpey
With a plan to execute
Obstacles I execute
Love little mama she hit good and she extra cute
She drop that bag
We invest
That's that extra extra loot
17 to a 24 apartment to a condo we gon' eat
I pass the ball like Rondo
Face done by COCO
Hands and feet done by Drunken Nail
This a gangster story
I shoot that fire with a pole
I, This a smoke stick
Can't you smell that boy hell
Lil Joel from Mendel
Know he know them streets well
How many times
He done failed

I don't step I stomp
I don't pinch I chomp
I don't rep I rock
I don't bip I bop
I shoot they drop
My style go pop
I can't be stopped
I'm hip I'm hop
I splash and drip
I hustle them flips
Well equipped

One false move them suckers get killed
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Don't move
Less You Gangster
And you rock rock rock
Ya
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Hit em wit it
Hit em wit it
Bucka bucka
Ya ya

Call me wolverine 30 inch blade
Just chopping up the scene
I'm a dope boy dream
Escalade truck
You already know the beat turnt up
When I hop out I'm Louie up
Check my jewelry notorious
Check my wrist it's a ulysses
Went to the cooler on side da truck
What you pull out
That Donald Duck
What's on the trailer
That's my quart ski
All terrain vehicle turned to a jet ski
Huh
Got good game wrote a book for you lames
Got good coke
Catch an automatic drain
These niggas know it's gangster in my vein
Coke in the rain
Right behind the flame
I'm changing lanes

I don't step I stomp
I don't pinch I chomp
I don't rep I rock
I don't bip I bop
I shoot they drop
My style go pop
I can't be stopped
I'm hip I'm hop
I splash and drip
I hustle them flips
Well equipped

One false move them suckers get killed
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Don't move
Less You Gangster
And you rock rock rock
Ya
Don't move
Less You Gangster
Hit em wit it
Hit em wit it
Bucka bucka
Ya ya