What’s The Move, Zoey?

Lyrics

Verse (DAX): (Caught an) op at Bethesda, made his "Doom Eternal" Shot with no vest up, make you 6 feet shorter Now not impressive, ugh, said "reach for the" "Sky" like a Tesla, write what I do like The Oregon Trail, iceboi72: got me Colder than hail, Nine Callisto, got my Pack in the mail, y'all can't see me with the Hands like it's braille, I really could never Chase a hoe, I'm steady chasing the bag now D.A.X. - best in the DMV, hands down Coochie on splooshie, I passed her the Shamwow 69 snitchеs on me tryna' rat out Get a lil' moody bitch gone - Dana Hit a lick and told the teachers it ain't us Wave it, leave a nigga red - paint brush Y'all keep on yappin' but really ain't say nun' Verse (LAX): I throw ones in the air and take gas to the face I'm a real DMV nigga like Chase I feel like royalty, call me "your grace" Duffel full of hundreds, I'm catchin a case I can't trust these niggas, they snakes I wear fruit of the loom, yo' bitch eatin my grapes Been live since DAX dropped "The Tape" What's that shit called, nigga, "The Tape" These hoes love fake, it's "Heartificial" This choppa gon' tear through your parts and tissues I'm up in my spirit, I'm charging crystals Keep talking that shit, you get bars and issues Feel like Tyler, I'm a "WOLF" and a "GOBLIN" Hit from the back and your bitch get to hoblin' Sick off this gold, I'm allergic to pollen I'm doing shit by the books like Robin - HEY DUDE! Verse (DAX/LAX): I been trappin' out of PCA Always on a roll like an easy A, I don't kid 'bout the heat like an Easy Bake, I don't need the cooch, I'll just receive face I don't do shit the easy way Pour a 4 in the cup, that's my GPA I'm doing shit they can appreciate Your bitch went out with me: guaranteed she ate Two bad hoes: that's Zoey, Quinn Always keep one on each side like it's 101 Shooter a "Rugrat," he move with a Tommy Gun They hear the "grr" of the choppa and prolly run That ain't my baby, I'm not tryna' knock her up Doctor's office, how we pulled up and shot 'em up Can't get a verse, you don't got shit to offer up Outside the whip the same color as cough syrup Verse (DAX): LAX just juuged his Amiibo plug in Bowie Ran up on they bag like "nigga, what's gucci?" Out of the cut, man, I shot at the plug, made him Futsal Shuffle, fired my lil' uzi Whipping up Zoey, ugh, white Double cup with Robotuss in the Sprite Pass me that jaunt, man I need me a light I don't care that's yo' mans when I say it's on sight Verse (LAX): She give me brain: nerdy Quinn Pregnant bitch, but this ain't Jaime Lynn BIG LAX, I don't like my bitches thin They carry arms like Min Min I'm with my dogs like Tin Tin Q Da Fool, niggas win win win I'm the Big Bad Wolf, on her "chinny chin chin" Take shots to the face, I'm on Gin, Gin, Gin Verse (LAX/DAX): Uppercase niggas: they talking all caps DMV native, put me on the maps Real Genius when I walk with the Macs Niggas not real "not real?" like "that's" ...HEY DUDE! She wanna "go link" but I'm out with the "Crew" Ugh - PCA hunnits, they blue I just hit up Zoey, I said "what's the move?"