Moscato ft. Uncle Cyd Lyrics

I said we all look good tonight

And if we doing more today we better do the shit right

Can y'all bring me out the dark I need all of the lights

Father I'm shooting for the stars fearing none of the heights

And paying all of the prices

Get my life together but i'm juggling vices

Put my dreams in a vise grip

Vision got trapped in headlock

Kiji one of one, this shit dead stock

I'm making young money from bedrock

I gotta cool down I'm not the hot head

I blow a cloud in the sky for all my pot heads

D'ussé in the solo shout out all my sippers

And we can't forget the service shout out all my tippers

Vibes

And we ain't sliding anymore we finna glide

And I ain't hiding anymore we outside

In the Hyundai girl it's my ride

Everything right

Everything okay

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model

Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato

Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado

I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle

You know how it go when the bass go low

Imma sip it slow out the red solo

Hann

It's like I hit the lotto with this one

Pull a bitch so bad you celebrate with a fist pump

Every OG gotta give you a fist bump

I knew you had sauce

I ain't know you had this much

Shidd

Took a minute but now I get it

I was disconnected from the world, now I'm bound within it

My style infinite

I'm like a one-winged angel

I'm breaking limits

The horns underneath my halo

Ain't just for gimmicks

Come and listen

This really written scriptures

I can't change the message just because you didn't get it

Tryna master self-love but I'm still a princess

And shawty say she love me but I'm still pretending

Yuh yuh

But I'm still pretending

Yuh yuh

But they still pretenders

Yuh yuh

But I could never end it

Yuh yuh

I was way too chill I had to heat up

Being in the back ain't match my character

No matter who it was cause they would get the barrier

Kinda hurt when you spill your guts and people stare at ya

Got you skeptical about the blunts that they would share with ya

Now everyone scared of the bluntness you been carrying

This mask, I Jim Carried her

Was way to reluctant to then go bury her

So I just share the shit

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model

Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato

Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado

I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle

You know how it go when the bass go low

Imma sip it slow out the red solo

Why your love so cold?

There's no soul in that vessel

There's no love in our threshold

Cowboy pants, my dick came with a noose

Walking around with all that ass

I might just give you a booth

Yeah she well put together

She just not my type

Then what's your type huh?

Devil Fruit baby

Big head on top of her shoulders

Real lovable

When she touches you

You turn to stone

Oh oh oh

She got my dick hard as stale garlic bread

That's my baby for sure you know

Got my thumb inside her butthole

You niggas came for the bitches

I came for the gusto

But you must know

That I'm Uncle Cyd

Imma drink my tea

Matcha of course

And this is DMT

Isaiah on this fucking beat

DM fucking T

DM fucking T

Girl you so pretty I can tell that you model

Seen you looking over at me when you sipped your moscato

Now you dancing all promiscuous to Nelly Furtado

I don't know if I should worry that you finished the bottle

You know how it go when the bass go low

Imma sip it slow out the red solo