Moon poetry
I get weed
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
2 more shot is coming for you
If you run we're gonna take you for fool
I'm a saint ain't ready to shoot
She look at my wrist too much diamonds you
Cost a 30 I'm paying in full
she gonna ride me like get back to school
I'm on moon get me singing for you
You know if I'm down I've been ringing on you
Get me toxic like flying to moon
If you call me you know you gonna screw
Can't be sober I fuck with the blues
Dem be asking I don't have a clue
I've been spending my time in the moon
I get millions they passing in through
I get feelings I'm talking to you
I get feelings I'm talking to moon
I can feel like I'm passing through you
You know if I wake I forget all the cruise
All my message I get it on snooze
On the moon I've been rapping like snoop
You know if I'm back I gonna trap it for you
Dem be waiting for studio brand new
Dem be calling my name on the news
But I'm in my rari, I'm coming so soon
Get weed
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off a jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
Huh huh huh
Huh huh huh(Yeah)
Huh huh huh
I get weed
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
2 more shot is coming for you
If you run we're gonna take you for fool
I'm a saint ain't ready to shoot
She look at my wrist too much diamonds you
Cost a 30 I'm paying in full
she gonna ride me like get back to school
I'm on moon get me singing for you
You know if I'm down I've been ringing on you
Get me toxic like flying to moon
If you call me you know you gonna screw
Can't be sober I fuck with the blues
Dem be asking I don't have a clue
I've been spending my time in the moon
I get millions they passing in through
I get feelings I'm talking to you
I get feelings I'm talking to moon
I can feel like I'm passing through you
You know if I wake I forget all the cruise
All my message I get it on snooze
On the moon I've been rapping like snoop
You know if I'm back I gonna trap it for you
Dem be waiting for studio brand new
Dem be calling my name on the news
But I'm in my rari, I'm coming so soon
Get weed
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
Look off shit, not for me, I don't steal, just want mine
More of racks, more of racks, more of racks, lot of racks
Hop off a jet, hop on jet, can't look back to that trench
I get hurt that is past, lot of more make me wise
Huh huh huh
Huh huh huh(Yeah)
Huh huh huh
I get weed
I get shit
We gonna shoot
You gonna dead
Look at me
Look at you
We're on deal
We're on thread
You get deal
Deposit
I gonna do
Count the racks
Bills on me
Bills on you
We get bill
We must sort
Credits
Writer(s): Pelewura Samad
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