TO THE MOON (feat. Fivio Foreign, M24, Russ Millions & Sam Tompkins) [Drill Remix]

(Sit by myself, talking to the moon)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Huh, yeah (yeah), huh (huh)
I feel like I need my city (my city)
They want me to move (want me to move)
But I can't leave my city (naw), huh (hah)
If he not with me, the heat not with me (uh)
Charities (charities)
Give-backs (give-backs)
Everything's given, I feed my city

Whole city cryin', they ain't need my pity (uh)
He can't talk if she not litty (uh)
Don't ask me how I treat my biddies (uh)
I don't spill tea, I keep my innies (uh)
Uh (uh), yeah (yeah), huh
I'm on the move again (I'm on the move again)
And I'm with some hooligans
I did some things that I prolly'll do again (chyeah)

Down with some friends that I prolly'll lose again
His name is Fivi', you prolly could google him
He wanna take you to go on the moon with him
He wanna teach you how to get in tune with him
That boy a demon (that boy a demon)
Huh (baow!), nobody can shoot with him
He got the baddies wishin' it was two of him
My bet the whole city gonna root for him

Pull up with a Tina Turner
Lock that rave off, party pooper (lock that)
Nowadays, I can't even speak my mind
Cah they might try black-ball me like snooker (no cap)
Pull up with a ting, go turn up (uh)
And turn this whole place upside-down (uh-huh)
Gyal from West, baddie from East
And I got a leng one outta town (leng one)

Is it 'cause I got racks in my pocket? (Yes)
Is it 'cause I make maximum profit? (Uh-huh)
Shoppin', cop it, spot it, drop it (drop that)
Celebrate wins and learn from losses (uh-huh)
Came from the jungle, now we young bosses (yes)
I told her come roll with the goons (come roll with the goons)
I took his gyal and then gave her back
Now I'm off to the moon, yeah (uh-huh, uh, uh, uh)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Fill up the ride with burners
Touch one of mine, same night he gets curtains (fill 'em up)
Need a big MAC, no burger
Back then I was out front like Werner
Talkin' smack, you better stand on that
Gang pull up, crash and leave a paigon flat
Baddest bitch, I got hands on that
She love me bad, but she knows I'm tapped

Pull her hair when I hit from the back
Pull it up when you hear this track
Gyal pullin' up and we're airing that
I can't call a truce, I'm not hearin' that
Cah friends turn enemies, course that's jealousy
Shoulda took a M when man was tellin' me
None of them bwoy can fuck with my energy
Russ got the game in a pedigree

I'm who they call in to kill on a track
Swervo, I been had a mill' with no plaques
Every day, totin' the steel, but it's black
Live in L.A., but I chill in the 'Raq
"Why you drink liquor, no juice like that?" (me)
"Why you just pull up in a coupe like that?"
'Cause I make a lotta cake, "How you do it?" Like that
"He don't do it like this", yeah, I do it like that

I be playin' with racks
Drum on the neck, got me playin' it back
You don't want smoke, I be playin' with gats
Ooh, I get so much cash, only time I get mad, when I'm payin' my tax
You don't know how I feel
Shit really lit, you don't know how I live
Keep on the ski, you don't know who I is
And beats like these be easy to me 'cause we invented drill

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Tryna get to you
Tryna get to you
Tryna get-