To The Moon Lyrics

Lotta these niggass be fake

But I don't got time for the hate

Gucci wit Prada today

Wrist froze with the red face yeah

They rattin and they tryna trace

Tryna get me up outta this place

But I ain goin a nigga too straight

These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah

You know that I'm African

No hotel Rwanda

Got superpowers Wakanda

I'm whippin cosmo and Wanda

Talkin that magic

If you want smoke

I bring out that static

We do the same thang

But I got the vision

You like a jail

But I'm like a prison

223 got my ass doin division

Make yo ass vanish

Like I'm a magician

For real

For real for real

For real

You know the deal

Don't come correct

Banana clip peel

I'm pourin it up and I fill up my drank

Biscotti on lock that Mufuckah stank

The cost of yo house

Equal what's I'm in bank

I show so much money

They think it's a prank

Freebase Sy

In this bihh

Shordie I'm not simple

Put a hole in yo jaw

I ain't talkin bout no dimple

I Keep heat in the streets that's a greenhouse effect

If a nigga disrespect

He get hit wit this tec

Lotta these niggass be fake

But I don't got time for the hate

Gucci wit Prada today

Wrist froze with the red face yeah

They rattin and they tryna trace

Tryna get me up outta this place

But I ain goin a nigga too straight

These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah

Lotta these niggass be fake

But I don't got time for the hate

Gucci wit Prada today

Wrist froze with the red face yeah

They rattin and they tryna trace

Tryna get me up outta this place

But I ain goin a nigga too straight

These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah

Hop in a foreign

I do every morning

Color is orange

To match wit my jordans

Yo music is boring

So it got me snoring

My music ain boring

So why I ain tourin

I really been through a lot

Bros was dubbing me out to go fuck wit a thot

I really been through a lot

Niggas that seen all the money was startin to plot

I really been through a lot

Niggas was callin my phone

They wouldn't leave me alone

Askin a nigga for favors like I ain got shit to handle all on my own

Lotta these niggass be fake

But I don't got time for the hate

Gucci wit Prada today

Wrist froze with the red face yeah

They rattin and they tryna trace

Tryna get me up outta this place

But I ain goin a nigga too straight

These niqqas thinkin that they gotta case yeah