To The Moon


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Ayo turn me up Chance
I think we got one
Like, gang, gang, gang
RPT, FourSev, FourSev
Ayo Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y
Even my abuela know that
Nigga, think I'm playing if you want to
No hesitation, send him to the moon, like
And girl, you lucky if I touch you
I know that you want to get drunk off the shrooms

Like, like look at my neck, diamonds, crystals
I bet if I send a hit, they gone get you
And yeah I'm with Edai, you with your friends?
Send the addy so we can come get you
And in the Raq I do not have security, all of my jewelry
Soon as I left, press the button, I don't have to do too much
Soon as I smash, she just ready to fuck
Fuck that, nigga I want my flowers
Nigga, I'm the face of the Bronx
Nigga, and who telling me what?
I got my G, ain't no knuckling up
And she fuck with the opps?
She gonna get smacked with the gun
Look, and I gave her a chance, she sent me the lo
So now she wanna rump
I told to hop out the car while I'm driving
Soon as he reach him, turn him to a blunt
Like, and we superstars now, I know opp bitches be mad as fuck

Nigga, think I'm playing if you want to
No hesitation, send him to the moon, like
And girl, you lucky if I touch you
I know that you want to get drunk off the shrooms
And when you got her , then nigga, she cum too
I really put her in that mood, like
Girl you know that you fine, and that ass fat
Like baby just shake up the room
And she fuck with the opps?
She gonna get smacked with the gun
(It's that DThang nigga, make them get jiggy before we shoot them, you heard?)
(And she fuck with the opps? She gonna get smacked with the gun)

Look, and I'm back in that mode
Look, and I'm back in that mode
Who said your dead? Man, they know I'm back home
Like, do a nigga gotta die? Do yall want to see him meet his mans?
But, yall know I'm the boss, so I'm sticking to the plan
Oh he moving hot? Burn him like a tan
Grahh, she know I'm moving like the man
Grahh, and she know I'm the-
Like, face of the Bronx, yeah I am who I am
Like, who said I ain't bust my gun?
(When they tried to push up, I made all of them dump)
Nigga, look at my eyes, do you think I wanna play?
(Nigga, my eyes red, smoking mans, like gang)
We stay spinning they block, they can't tolerate it
Can't throw up the Jet cause I know he faded
Talking bad on my name, I just know they hate it
Really made me a M, I ain't fucking playing

Really made me a-, gang, gang, gang
We can-, like grahh, we can just-, gang, gang, gang
It's that DThang nigga, make it-, grahh, gang, gang, gang
R.I.P. Woo, like grahh, grahh