MoonRock (feat. BDG Racks)

I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make the room rock
And if you tweak wit us, we smoke a nigga like some moon rock
Was pullin' out her tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac

I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make the room rock
And if you tweak wit us, we smoke a nigga like some moon rock
Was pullin' out her tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glocks, won't do a nigga like Tupac

Ima gangsta in the daytime, like I roll wit BDG
Diss my bro it's like a hate crime, we gon put him on tv
Get a feature if yo cake right, I be turning up on beats
Lil bitch she steady tryna facetime, is you tryna eat the meat
Baby is you tryna please, cuz I ain't really wit the tease
Ain't no need in taking yo clothes off, just get down on yo knees
Different mixtures of the trees, got me high look japanese
In my pictures throwing E's, but I be servin' duckin' D's
Lito crippin' wit da C's, and Racks he bangin' wit dem B's
So we ain't gon take it ease, quick to crush a nigga neck
Give a fuck about a tech, cuz we'll spark all at the ref
Broken hearted since she left, run through hoes just like I'm Hef
I won't ever ask for help, I handle business by myself
Ayo he finished wit his book code name for put him on the shelf
Money short just like a elf, so I started flippin' packs
Punn he put me on to stacks, a nigga never looked back

I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make the room rock
And if you tweak wit us, we smoke a nigga like some moon rock
Was pullin' out her tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac

I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make the room rock
And if you tweak wit us, we smoke a nigga like some moon rock
Was pullin' out her tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glocks, won't do a nigga like Tupac

Ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna see his face, and swing that K
I caught that case, sat in that room, and I ain't say no name
My day one brother gave us up, I took that shit in vain
These niggas know just how I get, they never play wit gang

We caught lil bruh, we made him give it up
Stripped him to his knees, he screamin' please, he got his toolie tucked
'Fasa say you spin that bin, you betta pick yo toolie up
Told lil bro, you tote that stick, don't drop yo ski for shit

Aim for his nose and not his toes, you betta neva miss
I tote that glock up on my hip, I bought that bitch a switch
I told my brother we locked in, you betta neva switch
We never fallin' bout no money, or no other bitch, we on the road to riches

Nigga I want millions, we gon get it, how we livin', ion feel it
I was brought up in them trenches, where they vicious
I was stealin', they was killin, I was focused on that million
I won't hangin' wit no children, I was runnin' wit dem villains

I'm pulling up wit Racks, you know we boutta make the room rock
And if you tweak wit us, we smoke a nigga like some moon rock
Was pullin' out her tracks, but now that lil bitch on my goon cock
I ride around brand new glock, won't do a nigga like Tupac



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Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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