Up to the Moon (feat. HRX LIL RIXK3Y)
It's Fearless J and Hunnid Racks we killing every beat
I knock that ball out the park you cannot even see it
I'm fucking on this baddie and you know that I'ma skeet it
I'm in that supercar and you know that I'ma speed it
I'm a fucking elitist
Only hang with elitists
You know we always be on that elite shit
Hunnid racks no racks in my pocket
Hundred racks in my pocket ain't no stopping
We keep going up
Something like a rocket ship
Go straight up to the moon
Don't give a fuck about nobody else because I know what they do
Most of the folks be snakes I cut the grass I gotta keep that rake
Fuck around get hit up with that Drac that dirty K, hey
I been outside chillin with my bae
I ain't got no time for nobody else I said what I'ma say
Fuck nigga want smoke on God we blow his hat don't play today
We on business counting guala nigga get the fuck out my face, yeah
I been on that bullshit
Derrick Rose
Twenty five
Gotta keep that fire with me, yeah
Glock nine
Want smoke on God we popping tires
Don't play with me you'll die tonight
We'll hide your body they cannot find it
Look at my eyes I am not lying
Play stupid games win stupid prizes
I advise you do not try me
I go crazy I go primal
But my shit will be on vinyl
I'm a legend like I'm Lionel
Messi shit will get messy if you test me
That's on my fucking testes that you'll never fucking best me
We're all going apeshit there is no time for resting
Shawty gonna fuck me but she'll never be my bestie
Switching out her organs like I'm from the fucking left wing
Take her to the spot and show her how a nigga live
I got M's in my bank account can't wait to touch the M's
I'ma give that back to my Momma for the times that I spinned
I broke her heart so many times but I can't do that again
I came up from the bottom counting dollars loving these bands
You can't fuck with me unless you got a business at hand
We got motion ain't no problem we won't live out the sand
I got this shit in my hand I might just pop the can
Big business only that's been me since a stroller
Balling Michael Jordan because I'm a high roller
They gonna adore me while I'm rolling by my lonely
Paint a perfect picture always fucking tell a story
Even once I achieve the fame and all the glory
I'ma remember all the people that done hold me
Down in the hard times never mind the ones that folded on me
Don't give a fuck about nobody else because I know that they're capping
They put shit on their name but I don't even got no fucking static
I know it's dollars back to back so I keep fucking stacking
Like what you said I barely hear you cause this music blasting
Yeah yeah swerve around I swerve around in traffic
I smash the gas don't fuck with twelve cause I know that cause havoc
I came from nothing count these dollars I know what is happening
I know it's time to go up grow up gotta make it happen
I knock that ball out the park you cannot even see it
I'm fucking on this baddie and you know that I'ma skeet it
I'm in that supercar and you know that I'ma speed it
I'm a fucking elitist
Only hang with elitists
You know we always be on that elite shit
Hunnid racks no racks in my pocket
Hundred racks in my pocket ain't no stopping
We keep going up
Something like a rocket ship
Go straight up to the moon
Don't give a fuck about nobody else because I know what they do
Most of the folks be snakes I cut the grass I gotta keep that rake
Fuck around get hit up with that Drac that dirty K, hey
I been outside chillin with my bae
I ain't got no time for nobody else I said what I'ma say
Fuck nigga want smoke on God we blow his hat don't play today
We on business counting guala nigga get the fuck out my face, yeah
I been on that bullshit
Derrick Rose
Twenty five
Gotta keep that fire with me, yeah
Glock nine
Want smoke on God we popping tires
Don't play with me you'll die tonight
We'll hide your body they cannot find it
Look at my eyes I am not lying
Play stupid games win stupid prizes
I advise you do not try me
I go crazy I go primal
But my shit will be on vinyl
I'm a legend like I'm Lionel
Messi shit will get messy if you test me
That's on my fucking testes that you'll never fucking best me
We're all going apeshit there is no time for resting
Shawty gonna fuck me but she'll never be my bestie
Switching out her organs like I'm from the fucking left wing
Take her to the spot and show her how a nigga live
I got M's in my bank account can't wait to touch the M's
I'ma give that back to my Momma for the times that I spinned
I broke her heart so many times but I can't do that again
I came up from the bottom counting dollars loving these bands
You can't fuck with me unless you got a business at hand
We got motion ain't no problem we won't live out the sand
I got this shit in my hand I might just pop the can
Big business only that's been me since a stroller
Balling Michael Jordan because I'm a high roller
They gonna adore me while I'm rolling by my lonely
Paint a perfect picture always fucking tell a story
Even once I achieve the fame and all the glory
I'ma remember all the people that done hold me
Down in the hard times never mind the ones that folded on me
Don't give a fuck about nobody else because I know that they're capping
They put shit on their name but I don't even got no fucking static
I know it's dollars back to back so I keep fucking stacking
Like what you said I barely hear you cause this music blasting
Yeah yeah swerve around I swerve around in traffic
I smash the gas don't fuck with twelve cause I know that cause havoc
I came from nothing count these dollars I know what is happening
I know it's time to go up grow up gotta make it happen
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Santa Cruz
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