Walkin' On The Moon Lyrics

Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe

Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof

LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do

She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon

Hold up I feel like an oracle

Smoke until I’m orbital

Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner

Someone call the coroner

It’s bout to be a murder cuz

We know where you go at night we watching and observing ya

Acid in my blood

I just like the visuals

Lil mama the one

Damn my baby spiritual

We just having fun I forgot I was a criminal

I Made it out the mud let’s see where I’ll be in a year or two

Ride thru southern Cali blowing dope and counting cash

When I Pull up to the corner store I got the vented mask

My lil homie rolling with me said he gotta move a pack

Drop him off and then I hit the road to follow bishop’s path

Don’t think that I’m friendly all I know is to eliminate

I don’t do no fighting shit I’d rather see you dissipate

Look at me for what I am not the cost of my dinner plate

You think that I’m evil just cuz I’m running the interstate

Houston that’s my city so you know I gotta slow it down

Yeah I got a 40 with me I might have to buss a round

I been bout my money you should know that I don’t fuck around

Gloomy muthafucka I know killers in the dirty south

Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe

Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof

LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do

She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon

Hold up I feel like an oracle

Smoke until I’m orbital

Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner

Someone call the coroner

It’s bout to be a murder cuz

We know where you go at night we watching and observing ya

I can be ya homie I can be yo fuckin nemesis

Bitch I run this game like ima fuckin sega genesis

Indacut We pouring lean I’m slurring all my sentences

Pop another tab and then I pull up on the Pegasus

I be swangin reckless

I can’t help it I’m from Texas

Pussy bitch I got you stressing

Man you shoulda had your weapon

Come and kill me fuckin peasant

I might lose it in a second

But I’ll spare you bout eleven

Just so you can tell the rest of them

Muthafuck the police I wish death on everyone one of them

Hangin with my youngins and I promise they don’t give a damn

Shoutout to my mama telling me to be the fuckin man

Daddy was a junkie so I don’t depend on any man

What the fuck you want from me

I don’t need yo company

I just need a slut or three

That fuck and suck me sloppily

Bet y’all had enough of me

You Shoulda never fucked with me

Cuz shit might just get ugAly

Till then I’m smoking comfortably

Windows limo tinted I just pulled up in a coupe

Pretty bitch she sitting with me I said fuck it lost the roof

LSD all in my system I’m like shawty what it do

She don’t even know I’m tripping I been walking on the moon

Hold up I feel like an oracle

Smoke until I’m orbital

Bussin down a package then I send it to a foreigner

Someone call the coroner

It’s bout to be a murder cuz

We know where you go at night we watchin and observin ya