What’s The Move, Zoey?
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?"