2-Hye to Miss the Moon

If you made it to the moon, you're ahead of me
Bout to lift off, baby, so you better be
Dutch Masters, Red Bull, and Hennessy
Roll that sour D and don't sweat a G

Do you have a cup, and is it filled up?
We're flying out of space, let that sound blast
A toast for the fam, a toast for the good life, baby
Here's a toast for that round ass

Let me pour you another one and another one
All my crew will be leaving until they see the sun
Straight feeling like a city boss, sipping that spitty thots
Loving every minute of it, why you so serious?

Life is what you make it, if it's offered, then you take it
After taking that shot, I'ma roll up a Jamaican
But it's really from Cali and homegrown locally
Got all these different flavors strong enough to choke a G

Mix the combination and we call that getting twisted
Cause I don't need that three-day shit that's out your system
I don't need assistance, all I need is two hands
Grab a bottle and a glass, flick a lighter, burn plants

Pull hair, squeeze ass, check books, count cash
Steal some and get smashed, turn around and don't ask
It's like flash through the glass, I just lift up our cheers
To the years of the wrong that we fixed up
Now tomorrow's looking bright, cause our game's tight
Grind more than yesterday and never live the same night

If you made it to the moon, you're ahead of me
Bout to lift off, baby, so you better be
Dutch bastards, Red Bull, and Hennessy
Roll that sour D and don't sweat a G
Do you have a cup and is it filled up?
We're flying out of space, let that sound bland

A toast for the fans, a toast for the good life, baby
Here's a toast for that round ass
Let me pour you another one and another one
Soon as I roll it up, I'm quick to fire it up

Once I got the world listening to me, I'll inspire it up
See a naked, voluptuous woman and admire it up
She don't need a personal trainer, just let me tire it up
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, and leave her speechless

All the things on the internet couldn't teach this
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, reaching new heights
Pull out the wood and she'll eat it like starving termites
You can keep the dimes and the dubs, cause I want no fights

No dickhunters opening up at a sugar-free show
Close to the literal bishop down, wine and cash flow
With bottom bitches and mean hoes that'll polish bottles
With deep throats—hold up, pass that, cause I got my lioness

Only the queen is fit for the king to sit on the royal highness
Raise the glass, the times have passed
Cause now I'm the man of this moment
Looking at the world while I'm on the moon, so thank you for letting me own it

If you made it to the moon, you're ahead of me
Bout to lift off, baby, so you better be
Dutch Masters, Red Bull, and Hennessy
Roll that sour D, and don't sweat a G
Do you have a cup, and is it filled up?
We're flyin' out of space, let that sound blast
A toast for the fam, a toast for the good life
Baby, here's a toast for that round ass
Let me pour you another one and another one

Enjoy the journey, to the east brings the sun
And it meets the west just like Mary meets my lungs
We're chillin', this is only a few scenarios in mind
That'll scare these hoes in line
And my family knows the time
Ayo, Greece, let's go, man, we got business to handle