Moon lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, ayy
([?], you bodied this beat)
Yeah, gang, gang

[Verse]
Pull off in that coupe (Gang)
n*gga think I hit the booze, I'm headed to the booth
Getting loot, that's what I do
Might slide up on your b*tch, tell you I'm a smooth dude
These n*ggas tellin' lies, but baby, you know I'm the truth
Can't wait 'til I blow, drop top, let's drop the roof
n*ggas cuffin' hoes, I swear to god these n*ggas fools
Turnt up in this b*tch, I'm finna pop my sh*t like a balloon
I've been kissin' Mary Jane, she take me straight up to the moon
No, I don't need no pen or pad, 'cause this sh*t comin' off the brain
n*gga, you can't call me twin, n*gga, we are not the same
In the backseat of the coupe, n*gga kissin' Mary Jane
Man, I feel like Spliff Jit, Luh Tyler need the whole thing
You know I'm a smooth dude, Luh Tyler pushin' heavy P
Steppin' out, I got on dark shades, I can't even see
I won't never chase a ho, you know I'm only chasin' green (On God)
This a bad brownskin b*tch, gotta add her to the team
Tyler snappin' on the beat, I make you do the shoulder lean
n*ggas go and hide they ho when Tyler pop out on the scene
I don't want no friendly girl, you know I like my b*tches mean
(Ayy, gang, yeah)
You know I like my b*tches mean, no, I don't want no friendly ho
I can't wait to rock the stage and know I'm tryna kick the door
I can't switch out on the bros, you know I'm stickin' to the code
n*ggas tryna bite my sauce, they like the way Luh Tyler flow
I've been on a paper race, you know I'm tryna get them blues
Come get your b*tch, she tryna kick it, but this not no kung fu
If I blow up in this rap, you know I'm puttin' on the crew
I be dancin' with your b*tch, she say she like the way I move
Boy, you better watch your ho, she got me on the close friends
In the booth, I'm in that mode, n*gga, feelin' like that man
I be on the paper race, I'm tryna see a hundred grand
You ain't standin' on no business, n*gga, you can't shake my hand
I've been kissin' Mary Jane, right now, we chillin' in the stars
n*gga headed to the top, you know I'm tryna make it far
That n*gga Wiz hit my phone, n*gga told me that I'm hard
Snatch off in that space coupe, n*gga headed straight to Mars
n*gga, I'm snappin' in this rap, they tellin' me that I'm the sickest
Real certified dripper, n*gga feel like Boston Richey
I've been on the paper route, I'm tryna see more than a fifty
If I blow up in this rap, you know my n*ggas ballin' with me
If I blow up in this rap, then everybody finna eat
Gotta stay away from the fake, I peep these n*ggas movin' creep
How the f*ck you havin' motion? You ain't seen nothin' in a week
And I got on dark shades, a n*gga feel like Eazy E (Yeah)
[Outro]
(That n*gga Wiz hit my phone, n*gga, said I'm hard, n*gga)
(n*gga, uh)