TO THE MOON (Drill Remix) ft. M24, G Herbo, Fivio Foreign, Russ Millions & Sam Tompkins Lyrics

TO THE MOON (Drill Remix) ft. Russ Millions, G Herbo, Fivio Foreign, M24 & Sam Tompkins - Jnr Choi

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[Intro: Sam Tompkins]

Sit by myself

Talking to the moon

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon’ turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]

Hah, yeah (Yeah), huh

I feel like I need my city (My city)

They want me to move (They want me to move)

But I can’t leave my city (Nah)

Huh, if he not with me then he not with me (Uh)

Charities (Charities), gift bags (Gift bags)

Everything's given, I feed my city

Whole city tryin', they need my pity (Uh)

He can't talk if she not litty (Uh)

Don't ask me how I treat my bitties (Nah)

I don't spill tea, I keep my innies (Nah)

Yeah, I'm on the move again (I'm on the move again)

And I’m with some hooligans

I did some things that I probably’ll do again (Yeah)

I lost some friends that I probably'll lose again

His name is Fivi, you probably could Google him

He wanna take you to go on the moon with him

He wanna teach you how to get in tune with him

That boy a demon (That boy a demon), huh

Nobody can shoot with him

He got the baddies wishin’ it was two of him

I bet the whole city gonna root for him (Root for him)

[Verse 2: M24]

Block with a Tina Turner

Lock that rave off, party pooper (Lock that)

Nowadays, I can't even speak my mind

'Cah they might try blackball me like snooker (No cap)

Pull up with a ting, gon' turn up (Huh)

And turn this whole place upside down (Uh-huh)

Gyal from West, baddie from East

And I got a leng one outta town (Leng ones)

Is it ’cause I got racks in my pocket? (Yes)

Is it 'cause I made maximum profit? (Uh-huh)

Shoppin', cop it, spot it, drop it (Drop that)

Celebrate wins and learn from losses (Uh-huh)

Came from the jungle, now, we young bosses

I told her to come roll with a goon (Come roll with a goon)

I took his girl and then gave her back, now I'm off to the moon

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 3: Russ Millions]

Fill up the ride with burners

Touch one of mine, say nothin', it's curtains (Fill 'em up)

Need a big MAC, no burger

Back then, I was up front like Werner (Bullet)

Talkin' smack, you better stand on that

Gang pull up, crash and leave a paigon flat (Shatai)

Baddest bitch, I got hands on that

She love me bad, but she knows that I'm tied

Pull her hair when I hit from the back (Feet)

Pull it up when you hear this track (Pull)

Gang pullin' up, and we're airin' that

I can't call the truce, I'm not hearin' that 'cah (Woi)

Friends turned enemies, 'course that's jealousy

Should've took a M when man were tellin' me

None of them boy can fuck with my energy

Russ got the game in a pedigree

[Verse 4: G Herbo]

I'm who they call to kill on a track

Swervo, I been had a mill' with no plaques

Everyday totin' the steel, but it's black

Live in LA, but I chill in the 'Raq

Why you drink liquor, no juice, like that?

Why you just pull up in a coupe like that?

'Cause I make a lot of cake, how you doin'? Like that

You don't do it like this, you gotta do it like that

I be playin' with racks, drum on the neck, got me playin' it back

You don't want smoke, I be playin' with gats

Boy, I get so much cash

Only time I get mad, when I'm payin' my tax

You don't know how I feel, shit really lit

You don't know how I live

Keep on the ski, you don't know who I is

And beats like these be easy to me 'cause we invented drill

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

[Outro: Sam Tompkins]

Tryna get to you

Tryna get to