Pop Smoke - Shoot For The Stars Aim For The Moon (Deluxe)

Yea Yea

Uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh-huh (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler

Let me tell you why the opp niggas hate me (hate me)
'Cause I rock the nation, Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Baby, baby (baby)
Baby, how the fuck can you play me (play me)
Walk with it, never walk without it (oh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (shoot)
Sold out shows, yeah we tee'd up (tee'd up)
Christian Dior for the sneaker

And it's 10K for the feature (feature)
Take your bitch home, I eat her (I eat her)
Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets
Say the wrong thing, I'ma pop it (pop it)
I'm a big dog, you ain't know though (know though)
Gunshot, forward (forward)
Headshot, lower (lower)
I shoot a nigga then roll up (roll up)

Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip (gun up on my hip)
Please don't say the wrong thing
You could get hit (could get hit)
I fuck with the Bloods but I'm ripped, huh (no shit)
I'm big 092, nigga, woo, huh (woo)
Know I had the guns in the school (in the school)
Lil' nigga, don't act like a fool (fool)
I leave that pussy wet, like a pool (pool)

It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler
It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everything's signed, it's sealed
Baby girl, let me know if your love is real (is it real, is it real)
'Cause if it ain't, I gotta go (go)
These are things I gotta know (know)
Walk outside, I keep a pole (pole)
I've been wildin' on the roads (yeah, yeah)
Did 20K all in a day (day)
Put some money in the safe (in the safe)
Gave five to my lawyer (oh)
Then I went and bought the Wraith (the Wraith)
Catch a body out the Tesla (oh)
Know the Woo's do it better (ooh)
If I don't got it, I'mma take it (take it)
'Cause a nigga gotta eat (eat)

This my life, no fakin' (no)
Yeah, I'm really in the streets (yeah, I'm really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin'
I sit back and sip a tea (sip a tea)
I order steak on my lobster (ooh)
Bon appétit (bon appétit)
I drop 50K off to Sam (Sam)
Patek Philippe

It's a whole lotta Glocks
Mops, TECs
Shots, dots
Knots, rocks
Ooters, ooters
Shooters, shooters
Rugers, Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Credits
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Akyol Hakan, Joseph Boyden
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