Moonrock

Yeah
Sorry
Uh
Moonrock shit!
Say where Robb at?

Put it into backspin
Falling off the road I'm losing traction
These oppas say I'm not about that action
Till I pull up and my bro's gon' get to blastin' (blastin)
Till I pull up and my bro's gon' get to blastin'
(Bow bow bow)
Riding through my mind it be feelin' cosmo (cosmo)
Not no Wanda I don't be wishin' for a condo (no I don't)
Rollin in the civic picking packs up from Alonso (serving p)
Catch you out in traffic And I'll leave you hunnid' bando (bando)
My bitch yeah she lives in Hollywood
But I ain't done yet trapping out the six hunnid
Do this for my family don't get misunderstood
Then I get the packs and partners told me to run it (run it)

Feeling so high
Off that moon rock
Pirate yeezys
These not no moon rocks
Diamonds tight on me
Feeling like a tube sock (real tight)
Red yellow green purple
And a blue thot (thot)

Aye she a bad bitch (bad bitch)
I got ad libs
Yeah I got ad libs
I'm an ad lib!
Aye
She a bad bitch
Aye
I'm an ad lib
I'm an ad lib

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up (ha)
Have em lookin' like he's motherfuckin' Casper (like a ghost uh)
Take his papa out now he's a bastard
Smokin' on these shards of glass cutting up my lungs
Aye deep up in that bitch yeah
I'll have her speaking tongues (speakin')
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Feeling so high
Off that moon rock
Pirate yeezys
These not no moon rocks
Diamonds tight on me
Feeling like a tube sock
Red yellow green purple
And a blue Thot



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Writer(s): Beau Lawrence
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