Tommy Wright Iii Gimme Room Lyrics

[Intro]
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move (Yeah hoe)
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move (Tommy Wright the Third, bitch)
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move ([?] in this hoe, Street Smart Records)
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move (We got my nigga T Dog, Project Pimp, [?])
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move

[Verse 1: Project Pimp, Mac-T.Dog]
Project Pimp don′t play no sense but 24/7 I'm swingin′ a blade
Fillin' out applications but they won't call back thinking of ways to get paid
Gonna go robbin′, mobbin′, make an example let me say makin' a stang
Should I just click or recycle, see that would be only here in UTI knockin′ off train
But it won't even go right, wrong gon′
Follow me everywhere catchin' a fade
Tired of runnin′ from the police, duckin' down
Camouflage on the run, take a turn with the man
Dwellin' on pockets that empty, I′m sippin′
The lean in my pocket is keepin' me creepin′
All of the devilish screamin' I do got me tossin′
And turnin' this way when I′m sleepin'
Creepin' at night, steppin′ in thick
Move motherf*cker just get out my shit
Head to the top with a 44 cocked
Strugglin′ strappin' with licks on my dick
Ain′t no love I done told you, I'm finna fold you, represent SMT
H-I double S-E to the L-I-C-K side movin′ down with me
Keepin' my vision behind me, ten feet
Ahead they wonder like "Chop, my style"
Rippin′ and runnin', tryin' to make money, honey livin′ a life that′s gummy
Bitch don't play or bang and nigga just shut the f*ck up you wastin′ time
Hundred percent I'm down to clown but 24/7 I′m on your mind
I ain't takin′ no shit from a bitch wanna talk that shit
Mac-T.Dog jumpin' out with the clucker in the car
A nigga wanna temper beef, backin' out a playa weep
Bring it on, bitch I bet you leave in a bar
Hangin′ with some real niggas down to pull the f*ckin′ trigger
That's your boy killers on the motherf*ckin′ real
My folks that big comin' like the army squad
And a hundred f*ckin′ cars for a nigga wanna fub up
Stand on my P's, tryin′ to see G's, tryin' to see keys comin′ up quick
Workin′ these packages, flippin' and stackin′
And cookin' up ′caine to send me a brick
Bumpin' this shit, blowin′ up this shit
Distributin' this shit, keepin' us rich
X-in′ away from these suckers and bustas
These cowardly niggas that makin′ this shit

[Chorus]
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
Yous in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
Man you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move

[Verse 2: Project Pimp, Mac-T.Dog]
What you gon' do?
Jumpin′ through the back door, full of that liquor, bullets be flyin'
Runnin′ through the cut with a bag full of money
Ain't it funny how a young nigga out here spyin′?
Nigga better give it up, motherf*ck what you say hoe
I'm tryin' to make it to the motherf*ckin′ top
Runnin′ in the bank with a mask on my face
Better open up the safe 'fore I unload the Glock
Break ′em off proper, T.Dog way
In the getaway car finna vamp to the hood
I done gone bad on the town, nigga broke, that's a joke
′Cause you know that a playa look good Crime gotta pay, every day keep it straight
Plus the bank robbery got my pockets on the air
Livin' the life as a heavyweight nigga
Don′t f*ck up like Project Pimp livin' to death
Sittin' here in the studio lookin′ at photos from the last tape
Loced out, smoked out off that B-U-D
Runnin′ count my biz, it face
Shit it got great for the last three months we done dropped a CD nationwide
50 state plus, where the hoes feelin' lust
Streets my clique, bonafide
Seventy-five thousand copies what we zellin′ and bendin' hittin′ the charts
f*ck that underground tape shit been outdone it got you bustas hot
Check it out hoe, all you gotta do is hit my tunes I bet you'll see
Flexin′ here in the Texas with that motherf*ckin' yawk
Runnin' the city
M-A-C T-D-O-G, 'bout that M-O-N-E-Y
Droppin′ verses steady hurtin' the industry with my lyrics they fire
All of them big time producers with them Rugers talkin′ 'bout backin′ me up
Bumpin' "Strikin′ like Thunder" got you wonderin' why I'm bailin′ up
Smokin′, chokin', major with my kinfolks on a everyday base
Drinkin′, kickin', pimpin′ with Big Bendin', ballin′ in the nine-eight
Gangsta Gri-z-ee on the map behind the strap down with the six
Mac T-Dawg, his brother Bumpin', comin' up with the streets, my click

[Chorus]
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of this come up, move motherf*cker, move
Man, you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move (Aw shit)

[Verse 3: Tommy Wright III]
I′m chasin′ cheese like Tom after Jerry, all about my fetti
Ready or not, here Tommy come and I'm bringin′ more guns than Vietnam
I'm young and buck, ridin′ dirty as f*ck
Nigga better duck or press they luck
I'm rollin′ with King Kong, 10 Wanted Men
But tell the truth, it's millions of us
See me on Sundays, them my crunk days, eatin' at Caesars, D&D
Five shawties trailin′ each other
You know it′s Darnell and Tommy III
Smokin' a P and swangin′ it too
Settin' a phone in a cigarette lighter
We already on about three blunts but I want three more to take me higher
Can I get back up when a nigga act up
Growlin′, tell these bitches to crown me
Money and Tommy together at last
Call that contract, come equipped to blast
Sippin' on red eye with a peacemaker inbetween the seats for these hard hoes
Poppin′ corn with devil stomp, swingin' my pack outta rental Volvos
I want thangs, but life ain't ′bout havin′ nice gems and tight rims
Comin' out them tinted windows finna put us on menu, can you see them lights dim?
These niggas be doin′ the talkin'
But these niggas ain′t doin' the walkin′
For your last motherf*cker repent, choose studio
Say some more and end up in your coffin

[Chorus]
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
Gimme room, gimme room, move motherf*cker, move
Give us some room, give us some room, move motherf*cker, move
You in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
Give us some room nigga, move motherf*cker, move