To the Moon (feat. Bliff)
Hollon
It's show time
This how we bringing in twenty two
Sk stay with a twenty two
X six taking us to the moon
Pockets on crip know they filled with blue
Lil bro gon spin he gon make it boom
We go way back we was young watching sailor moon
Now we grown up making plays till the afternoon
Nineteen shots in this Glock it's a sleeper
Calling up Frenchy know he still the reaper
Reach for my hip like someone hit my beeper
Bring that lil bitch to the back and I freak her
Bring that lil bitch to the back and I fuck her
Balling on court like KD at the Rucker
Extended clip so I can't even tuck her
Hit em got blood on my gallery trucker
Uh
Balling to clutch
Glock forty five hold me up like a crutch
Thought that he couldn't until he got touched
She saw this drip and you know that I fucked
Back of the Cullinan know that she sucked
Limbo champ just for the way that he ducked
Imma cold man
Stomp him out in my constructs
Mr. Post man
Packs in the back of my truck
Boy sold you block but he calling it do si do
Walk off the field like my first name Antonio
Stiff arm
Twenty to ten they can't hold me Though
Standing Infront of me still can't go toe to toe
Come to the hood know what you could find me on
Bullets give body aches something like omicron
Checking Ya temperature seeing what time you on
Name any block it's a issue we sliding on
Hollon
Hollon
Hollon
Up Inna Lear i'm on top with the stars
Up inna Lear going up with the stars
Hollon
Look
We ain't living life
Its more like survival Of the fittest
Tryna run that shit up who bag the biggest
We at war but who really lasting in it
Onna belt Steph Macc the fastest with it
I was age nineteen yeah I copped that beam
So you know I went right past the civic
'02 Go Shhh
Onna critic
Blasting
Treat em like target practice
I already went basket basket now its time to go and put em in caskets
Bloody garment this a thriller jacket
All the fuckery no we don't jack it
Big '02 shit and we moving tactic
Hollon
Wait
Said he wanted smoke so I gotta match
Turn em cookies this a different batch
These Amiri's but a different patch
Shawty threw it so I had to catch
But I didn't eat it that's the catch
She was on the list she got scratched
I was out the door then I dashed
Aint a dummy so I wont crash
It's show time
This how we bringing in twenty two
Sk stay with a twenty two
X six taking us to the moon
Pockets on crip know they filled with blue
Lil bro gon spin he gon make it boom
We go way back we was young watching sailor moon
Now we grown up making plays till the afternoon
Nineteen shots in this Glock it's a sleeper
Calling up Frenchy know he still the reaper
Reach for my hip like someone hit my beeper
Bring that lil bitch to the back and I freak her
Bring that lil bitch to the back and I fuck her
Balling on court like KD at the Rucker
Extended clip so I can't even tuck her
Hit em got blood on my gallery trucker
Uh
Balling to clutch
Glock forty five hold me up like a crutch
Thought that he couldn't until he got touched
She saw this drip and you know that I fucked
Back of the Cullinan know that she sucked
Limbo champ just for the way that he ducked
Imma cold man
Stomp him out in my constructs
Mr. Post man
Packs in the back of my truck
Boy sold you block but he calling it do si do
Walk off the field like my first name Antonio
Stiff arm
Twenty to ten they can't hold me Though
Standing Infront of me still can't go toe to toe
Come to the hood know what you could find me on
Bullets give body aches something like omicron
Checking Ya temperature seeing what time you on
Name any block it's a issue we sliding on
Hollon
Hollon
Hollon
Up Inna Lear i'm on top with the stars
Up inna Lear going up with the stars
Hollon
Look
We ain't living life
Its more like survival Of the fittest
Tryna run that shit up who bag the biggest
We at war but who really lasting in it
Onna belt Steph Macc the fastest with it
I was age nineteen yeah I copped that beam
So you know I went right past the civic
'02 Go Shhh
Onna critic
Blasting
Treat em like target practice
I already went basket basket now its time to go and put em in caskets
Bloody garment this a thriller jacket
All the fuckery no we don't jack it
Big '02 shit and we moving tactic
Hollon
Wait
Said he wanted smoke so I gotta match
Turn em cookies this a different batch
These Amiri's but a different patch
Shawty threw it so I had to catch
But I didn't eat it that's the catch
She was on the list she got scratched
I was out the door then I dashed
Aint a dummy so I wont crash
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Grant
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