PDE Escobar
Work My Move
[Intro]
Yeah yeah, I'm tryna work my move
Yeah yeah, I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move

[Chorus]
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah

[Verse 1]
All the hatin' in your blood, that shit ain't even called for
Clutching a pistol, I'm paranoid
N***a know I'm gon' shoot if he reach for it
Yeah, I dip then drip in designer
Your bitch hit my phone but you know I declined her
Break the bread down, young n***a I sign you
My diamonds so flooded, you look they might blind you
I'm the young n***a that makin' moves
I'm the young n***a that keep the jewels
I'm the young n***a that packin' tools
Put your lil n***as on the news
I hit the club, n***as' bitches choose
We bustin' these hoes down by the twos
Got big racks and they full of blues
Finesse the plug, n***a work a move
One thing about it, better keep a tool
In the streets n***a you gon' win or lose
Ain't no telling what a n***a gonna do
So stay in your lane and make boss moves
I was raised by bosses, never took loses
Don't fuck with no flawless
N***a get money then they swear they some bosses
Fuck n***a you ain't really hang around no bosses

[Chorus]
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah

[Verse 2]
I just jugg and finesse
Finesse a n***a ass up out a check
I got to know a young n***a up next
Fifty K on me n***a, none less
I work my move, I'm juggin'
Bust the pack down and you know we gon' move 'em
N***a wanna hate, turn around we'll shoot 'em
Workin' my move on your ho and she choosin'
That wasn't my thot, young n***a I'm hood
A young n***a really came up out the hood
I'm juggin', finessin', I'm working my move
Your bitch wanna fuck and she don't have a clue
See hundreds on me and they wrapped up in blues
I stay in my lane and I work my own move
I keep this shit real with all of my woes
I keep this shit real with all of my bros
I keep this shit real with all of my hoes
A n***a ain't cappin', my n***as on froze
I keep a bankroll in all of my clothes
These n***as be switchin' up just like some hoes
I love my n***as, I'll never fold
A n***a cross me then my heart cold
Elliante keep a n***a froze
A n***a playin', we gon' wipe his nose
I'm solid n***a, I'll never fold

[Chorus]
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah, I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me?
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
I'm tryna work my move
I'm tryna work my move, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah
Why these n***as hate on me, yeah