Half Moon

Geeked up in the Hampton
Rollin' bombas in the bathroom
All night in here vampin'
If you run up, be yo last move

Brodie gotta draco
In that bitch he gotta half moon
My best advice to lay low
Cuz I know that he gon blast soon

Treat them sticks like nerf guns
Cuz my niggas love them choppa toys
Make them blickies twerk sum
Get to clappin' like some thotties boy

Spin through, make all typa noise
Can't get you, they flame ya boys
Glock 23, like Michael Jord
Cracked ya lil boo spinal cord

Pull up in a what the freak
Three-five in a Russian Cream
Fye, fye, if you rush the G
Hallows fly, and hum and sing

Nigga die, he come for me
His mama cry, just like auntie
Nigga wildin', actin' vile
It's outta style, I got my heat

Nigga best just leave me be
Cuz one call get ya crew tamed
Love that bitch, but she a freak
Round them ballas, watch ya boo thang

Glizzy kick, just like it's Liu Kang
Nigga sick and bringin' brute pain
In the stu, I got my sword
When I record, just like I'm Wu-Tang

Put the lighter to the backwood
Inhale it, I'm out my damn mind
Roll that gas, I'm in my thoughts
Ima blow up just like a land mine

Get on yo ass, them bullets hawk
When I show up, just like a Vampire
It ain't no pass, I don't wan' talk
Bring the chalk, cuz Ima blam fye

Geeked up in the Hampton
Rollin' bombas in the bathroom
All night in here vampin'
If you run up, be yo last move

Brodie gotta draco
In that bitch he gotta half moon
My best advice to lay low
Cuz I know that he gon blast soon

Treat them sticks like nerf guns
Cuz my niggas love them choppa toys
Make them blickies twerk sum
Get to clappin' like some thotties boy

Spin through, make all typa noise
Can't get you, they flame ya boys
Glock 23, like Michael Jord
Cracked ya lil boo spinal cord

My bro on go wit Wesson poles
He wipe yo nose for testin' $o
Next of kin, we wet his folks
Weapon spit, they vegetables

Get them bows fa less than yours
You spent yo check impressin' hoes
I got the neck, then let ha go
It's right back to the chedda bro

These niggas gay, act hetero
Get out the way, or I'm lettin' go
Come time to spray, they won't let it blow
They federal in weapon smoke

You won't hit a lick, cuz my glizzy tucked
Roll a bitch nigga in a blizzy stuffed
He a snitch, why he actin' fishy bruh
If I hear a hiss, then Ima semi buss

Memba back then, I ain't have any stuff
I aint trippin', cuz now I got plenty bucks
Ima leave a fuck nigga wit envy, stuck
Or Ima send a hit, out a hemi truck

Niggas hoppin' out, and they mag dump
Cuz you was talkin' that cash stuff
On yo ass huh, no pass uh
Betta run fast fore that blast come



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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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