Moonwok
Aye I got a pocket fulla kerosene
Aye I got the rocket finna torch ya face
Aye I got a pocket fulla felonies
Aye bout to cock it for the fuckery
Aye I'm boutta get this dough
Boutta bake yo mans fry him up on the stove
Boutta lick this hoe, lookin pitiful
Boutta bust .44 like the the big kick door
Drippity drooling in ya laceration
Then I'm gon get to masticating
Grey the master of decapitation
Get to scrapping drag you on the pavement
Smoking that flagrant, any location
I'm finna face it, trip on the laces ahh
9 9 drive by I spy uh
Yo clique too bitch not fly uh
Bye bye .45 yo mind uh
Too quick who dis? I sigh uh
White all on my face I'm lookin like a juggalo
Bitch I'm smokin moon rocks moon walkin on a hoe
Put ya phone on airplane mode ya man will never have to know
Shout out the 44 send my kids all down her throat
Imma grab some pool cleaner
Mix it with some aquafina
Sprinkle little bit of tina
Shoot it all down my urethra
Now I'm screaming at my walls and idk where i'm at
Imma grab some ketamine and overdose like mr krabs
Imma pull my penis out and tinkle all up on tha game
Imma body anybody that be getting in my way
Bitches sayin that they love me they don't even know my name
I ain't fuck w fake love so get the fuck up out my face
Roll up another dutch
In the east end villa
Dropped two tabs
Tripping sack at the riva
I'm tough as fuck
Finna eat a bowl of nails for dinner
I'm only 5'8
I can't never be no center
Aye I got the rocket finna torch ya face
Aye I got a pocket fulla felonies
Aye bout to cock it for the fuckery
Aye I'm boutta get this dough
Boutta bake yo mans fry him up on the stove
Boutta lick this hoe, lookin pitiful
Boutta bust .44 like the the big kick door
Drippity drooling in ya laceration
Then I'm gon get to masticating
Grey the master of decapitation
Get to scrapping drag you on the pavement
Smoking that flagrant, any location
I'm finna face it, trip on the laces ahh
9 9 drive by I spy uh
Yo clique too bitch not fly uh
Bye bye .45 yo mind uh
Too quick who dis? I sigh uh
White all on my face I'm lookin like a juggalo
Bitch I'm smokin moon rocks moon walkin on a hoe
Put ya phone on airplane mode ya man will never have to know
Shout out the 44 send my kids all down her throat
Imma grab some pool cleaner
Mix it with some aquafina
Sprinkle little bit of tina
Shoot it all down my urethra
Now I'm screaming at my walls and idk where i'm at
Imma grab some ketamine and overdose like mr krabs
Imma pull my penis out and tinkle all up on tha game
Imma body anybody that be getting in my way
Bitches sayin that they love me they don't even know my name
I ain't fuck w fake love so get the fuck up out my face
Roll up another dutch
In the east end villa
Dropped two tabs
Tripping sack at the riva
I'm tough as fuck
Finna eat a bowl of nails for dinner
I'm only 5'8
I can't never be no center
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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