Moon Steps

Yeah, I'm sick of shit
Going up a roll
Going up another store
Going up I need the tote
Pop, pop, pow
Pop a role

Get with the bank bags, hit where the stank at
Jump in the Maybach, know I got range, yeah
Hit me running that track, replay, running it back
Blicky, stuck in the back, Richie, fuck a price tag
The shit you be talking was wack
You're not with my gang so get back
Took it to trial, you rat
But I still be getting them racks

Rickety racks
Popping a pill like a tickety-tac
Trip on the road, pack biggety bags
Run from the Feds like utility tax
(Yeah)

Low vibe, low vibe, low tides
Hop out of the coupe, every night
Clean in, clean out, clean ride
Lo-Fi, Lo-Fi, low ride (yeah)
Hop out of the coupe, every night
Tucked in, snuck in, like a spy

I got the margin, get stated the Mars
The harder the bars (yeah)
All different colors and backs
You giving me problems, I cork it with Prada
Smoked your whole pack, smoking that gas too
New scent of perfume, Chanel in the room

Yo' ass all talk 'n' shit
I'm on the talkative
Why you un-positive?
The stones that I'm modeling
The sun that I model in
We run it, we robbin' it
Robin Hood, robbing it

Ice chain on my neck and it bites, ayy
Five main, in the cut, bloody fight, ayy
Eye strain, when you look down my lane
Next scene, play the cut of White Mane

(Yeah) Gucci loafers
(Yeah) I got the Stouffer
(Yeah) get smoked like toaster
(Yeah) in space like ROVER
(Yeah) get hit on the roads n' shit
(Yeah) you need to go play the bit

(Yeah) bitch, can you hold my Blick'?
(Yeah) we added some routes real quick
(Yeah) drive on the road again
(Yeah) all of my song's a hit
Cannot fall off, I'm in
Why you keep stopping in?

Stop following me
We're not together
Goodbye forever
Let go, you stupid bitch
Tolerating
Stop following me
You embarrassing me