Moon

Pull off in that coupe, nigga think I hit that boost
I'm headed to the booth, getting loot that's what I do
Might slide up on your bitch, tell you I'm a smooth dude
These niggas telling lies, but baby you know I'm the truth
Can't wait till I blow, drop top, let's drop the roof
Niggas cuffing hoes, I swear to god these niggas fools
Turnt up in this bitch, I'm finna pop my shit like a balloon
I been kissing mary jane, she take me straight up to the moon
No I don't no pen to pack it, this shit coming out the brain
Nigga you can't call me twin, nigga we are not the same
In the backseat of the coupe, nigga kissing Mary Jane
Man I feel like spliff jhit, Luh Tyler need the whole thang
You know I'm a smooth dude, Luh Tyler pushing heavy p
Stepping out I got on dark shades, I can't even see
I won't never chase a hoe, you know I'm only chasing green
This a bad brown skin bitch, gotta add her to the team
Tyler snapping on the beat, I make you do the shoulder lean
Niggas go and hide they hoe, when Tyler pop out on the scene
Ion want no friendly girl, you know I like my bitches mean
(Aye, gang, yuh)
You know I like my bitches mean, ion want no friendly hoe
I can't wait to rock the stage, you know I'm tryna kick the door
I can't switch out on the bros, you know I'm stickin to the code
Niggas tryna bite my sauce, they like the way Luh Tyler flow
I been on the paper race, I been tryna get them blues
Come get your bitch she tryna kick it, but this not no kung fu
If I blew up in this route, you know I'm putting on the crew
I be dancing with your bitch, she say she like the way I move
Boy you better watch your hoe, she got me on the close friends
In the booth I'm in that mode nigga, feeling like that man
I be on the paper race, I'm tryna see a 100 grand
You ain't standing on no business nigga, you can't shake my hand
I been kissing mary jane right now, we chilling in the stars
Nigga headed to the top, you know I'm tryna make it far
That nigga Wizz hit my phone, nigga told me that I'm hard
Snatch off in that space coupe, nigga headed straight to mars
Nigga I'm snapping in this rap, they telling me that I'm the sickest
Real certified dripper, nigga feel like Boston Richey
I been on the paper route, I'm tryna see more than the 50
If I blow up in this rap, you know my niggas balling with me
If I blow up in this rap, then everybody finna eat
Gotta stay away from the fake, I peep these niggas moving creep
How the fuck you having motion, you ain't seen nun in a week
And I got on dark shades, a nigga feel like Eazy E
(Yuh, that nigga Wizz hit my phone
Nigga said I'm hard nigga, nigga uhh)



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Noel Klix
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