To the Moon
I'm on my way to the moon
Rip to all the legends yea they gone to soon
Wake up in the morning smoking weed by noon
With my nigga kj and we speeding through the dunes
Like my nigga jay said y'all some raccoons
Digging through the scraps just tryna make due
He was talking hot but he ain't know I had the goons
Yea I smoke a lot so I'm the highest in the room
We be wilding in the room
We like the Mayans in the room
Cause we can tell the future reminiscing in the room
And I can see that hoes panties dropping in the room
Panties dropping in the room
Sparking up finna get zooted to da moon
When the tape drop it's gon be a hot June
It's been a minute but we finna blow soon
Don't ride the wave cause it's gon be a monsoon
You niggas faking jus take off the costume
Common case of a ill nigga the real sickness
Real niggas got bad bitches like flock pigeons
Cocked pistols and rock diamonds
We all addicted
5 over and no lower to lose suspicion
Loser bitches make fake witness to raise riches
Burn bridges and spray citrus to keep chilling
Green tree and brown liquid, that's my main business
Ex bitch and my own head my main villains
(To the Moon, to the moon)
And if she bad enough i might give her a henny convo
Mix that with some weed and we might have us a messy combo
Make it out of your struggles and watch how envy follow
You ain't make it out the mud pick a new struggle
Every time she fuck me good it make my knees buckle
Give a stack out my black duffle to aid your troubles
But keep it subtle my main bitch can't know we fucking
Remember we was young and outta pocket
We be getting money nigga stop pocket watching
I Jus bought a chain man yo shit it cost a fraction
You ain't getting bread bruh you broke and been distracted
You know we bout to run it up we on a mission
Start the day up with a blunt it's my ignition
Nigga want warfare wit us but we guerrillas
He be capping on the gram he wanna get attention
I be smoking hella doobie on the daily
Water on my chain expensive pain it's getting rainy
These niggas moving really shady
Make it out the M I gotta go I'm going crazy
Sparking up finna get zooted to da moon
When the tape drop it's gon be a hot June
It's been a minute but we finna blow soon
Don't ride the wave cause it's gon be a monsoon
You niggas faking jus take off the costume
Rip to all the legends yea they gone to soon
Wake up in the morning smoking weed by noon
With my nigga kj and we speeding through the dunes
Like my nigga jay said y'all some raccoons
Digging through the scraps just tryna make due
He was talking hot but he ain't know I had the goons
Yea I smoke a lot so I'm the highest in the room
We be wilding in the room
We like the Mayans in the room
Cause we can tell the future reminiscing in the room
And I can see that hoes panties dropping in the room
Panties dropping in the room
Sparking up finna get zooted to da moon
When the tape drop it's gon be a hot June
It's been a minute but we finna blow soon
Don't ride the wave cause it's gon be a monsoon
You niggas faking jus take off the costume
Common case of a ill nigga the real sickness
Real niggas got bad bitches like flock pigeons
Cocked pistols and rock diamonds
We all addicted
5 over and no lower to lose suspicion
Loser bitches make fake witness to raise riches
Burn bridges and spray citrus to keep chilling
Green tree and brown liquid, that's my main business
Ex bitch and my own head my main villains
(To the Moon, to the moon)
And if she bad enough i might give her a henny convo
Mix that with some weed and we might have us a messy combo
Make it out of your struggles and watch how envy follow
You ain't make it out the mud pick a new struggle
Every time she fuck me good it make my knees buckle
Give a stack out my black duffle to aid your troubles
But keep it subtle my main bitch can't know we fucking
Remember we was young and outta pocket
We be getting money nigga stop pocket watching
I Jus bought a chain man yo shit it cost a fraction
You ain't getting bread bruh you broke and been distracted
You know we bout to run it up we on a mission
Start the day up with a blunt it's my ignition
Nigga want warfare wit us but we guerrillas
He be capping on the gram he wanna get attention
I be smoking hella doobie on the daily
Water on my chain expensive pain it's getting rainy
These niggas moving really shady
Make it out the M I gotta go I'm going crazy
Sparking up finna get zooted to da moon
When the tape drop it's gon be a hot June
It's been a minute but we finna blow soon
Don't ride the wave cause it's gon be a monsoon
You niggas faking jus take off the costume
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Writer(s): Kyron Rucks
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