Moonlit (feat. I.A.C)
(Ayee)
(What's up Bruh)
(Aye we back again baby lessketit)
(Whassup Cliff, Huh)
(Yeah me and my dogs posted on the 608 block)
(Ayo I.A.C we gon smoke em like a thrup lets go)
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit
Lately I'm feeling myself
Running the worth on my wealth
I'm in the cut moving stealth
Don't care what they tell
I don't smoke but I might just sell
Dissing on me we gon' give you hell
Money on me gon' grow like a cell
My name gunna' ring some bells
Slide with a spoonman Chris Cornell
And if he dissing on me we gon show em wrong
(Hol up hol up hol up)
53704 blowing like a bomb
When I get smoked you can do whatever that you want
Don't give a damn how I'm remembered I'm already gone
Say you stole my chick honestly I be like "which one"
Play a track for my fam and they be like "damn son"
R.I.P to the young grandson
Diving hard throw it up ref calling it an and one (And one yeah)
Got nothing to loose
Everything to prove
Feigning for the Stu
My life's a movie Just like caillou
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit
Getting cheese like we swis
Like Rambo never miss
Cannabinoids in my piss
You know I'm cooling with my clique
On my gang wont never switch
Feds pull up I'm finna dip
Perfect aim reload the clip
Hunnid' rounds but they still miss
Don't get cocky take a step back
My boys don't play nasty
A fed can't do us dirty we don't lack
Cuz' you know God he got our back
Thanking God for the stacks last week made another rack
Full switch up like Hi-hats
Straight A's but I'm skipping class
Getting commas like a
Chiefing green just like some lettuce
Cooking up just like a chemist
Thank the lord giving him the credit
Make more and then I full send it
Squad ain't play don't be disrespecting
12 tryna' spy gotta' expect it
Wont talk to my boys gotta leave em' guessing
Love no thotties they a trap
Leave em' on read cuz' the distract
Run a circle we be running laps
Second amendment staying strapped
We ain't saying nun' Jakes mad at us
Hoes tryna' flatter but we never lust
On the hustle yeah that's a must
Gotta' stay solid with the man above
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless (Useless)
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit yeah
(Baboom)
(What's up Bruh)
(Aye we back again baby lessketit)
(Whassup Cliff, Huh)
(Yeah me and my dogs posted on the 608 block)
(Ayo I.A.C we gon smoke em like a thrup lets go)
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit
Lately I'm feeling myself
Running the worth on my wealth
I'm in the cut moving stealth
Don't care what they tell
I don't smoke but I might just sell
Dissing on me we gon' give you hell
Money on me gon' grow like a cell
My name gunna' ring some bells
Slide with a spoonman Chris Cornell
And if he dissing on me we gon show em wrong
(Hol up hol up hol up)
53704 blowing like a bomb
When I get smoked you can do whatever that you want
Don't give a damn how I'm remembered I'm already gone
Say you stole my chick honestly I be like "which one"
Play a track for my fam and they be like "damn son"
R.I.P to the young grandson
Diving hard throw it up ref calling it an and one (And one yeah)
Got nothing to loose
Everything to prove
Feigning for the Stu
My life's a movie Just like caillou
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit
Getting cheese like we swis
Like Rambo never miss
Cannabinoids in my piss
You know I'm cooling with my clique
On my gang wont never switch
Feds pull up I'm finna dip
Perfect aim reload the clip
Hunnid' rounds but they still miss
Don't get cocky take a step back
My boys don't play nasty
A fed can't do us dirty we don't lack
Cuz' you know God he got our back
Thanking God for the stacks last week made another rack
Full switch up like Hi-hats
Straight A's but I'm skipping class
Getting commas like a
Chiefing green just like some lettuce
Cooking up just like a chemist
Thank the lord giving him the credit
Make more and then I full send it
Squad ain't play don't be disrespecting
12 tryna' spy gotta' expect it
Wont talk to my boys gotta leave em' guessing
Love no thotties they a trap
Leave em' on read cuz' the distract
Run a circle we be running laps
Second amendment staying strapped
We ain't saying nun' Jakes mad at us
Hoes tryna' flatter but we never lust
On the hustle yeah that's a must
Gotta' stay solid with the man above
I.A.C that's my brother know that we tightly knit
608 boys on the scene chiefing Rummo getting lit
You say you gon' take me out boy do it
Can't carry your own weight you to useless (Useless)
The boys in blue asking questions but I'm clueless
The heater ain't by me I keep it in the tool kit
Folks thought he slick hit em one time now he toothless
Gotta' GLO like the sun make sure that the moon is lit yeah
(Baboom)
Credits
Writer(s): Elias Agnew
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