Half Moon Lyrics

Geeked up in the Hampton

Rollin' bombas in the bathroom

All night in here vampin'

If you run up, be yo last move

Brodie gotta draco

In that bitch he gotta half moon

My best advice to lay low

Cuz I know that he gon blast soon

Treat them sticks like nerf guns

Cuz my niggas love them choppa toys

Make them blickies twerk sum

Get to clappin' like some thotties boy

Spin through, make all typa noise

Can't get you, they flame ya boys

Glock 23, like Michael Jord

Cracked ya lil boo spinal cord

Pull up in a what the freak

Three-five in a Russian Cream

Fye, fye, if you rush the G

Hallows fly, and hum and sing

Nigga die, he come for me

His mama cry, just like auntie

Nigga wildin', actin' vile

It's outta style, I got my heat

Nigga best just leave me be

Cuz one call get ya crew tamed

Love that bitch, but she a freak

Round them ballas, watch ya boo thang

Glizzy kick, just like it's Liu Kang

Nigga sick and bringin' brute pain

In the stu, I got my sword

When I record, just like I'm Wu-Tang

Put the lighter to the backwood

Inhale it, I'm out my damn mind

Roll that gas, I'm in my thoughts

Ima blow up just like a land mine

Get on yo ass, them bullets hawk

When I show up, just like a Vampire

It ain't no pass, I don't wan' talk

Bring the chalk, cuz Ima blam fye

Geeked up in the Hampton

Rollin' bombas in the bathroom

All night in here vampin'

If you run up, be yo last move

Brodie gotta draco

In that bitch he gotta half moon

My best advice to lay low

Cuz I know that he gon blast soon

Treat them sticks like nerf guns

Cuz my niggas love them choppa toys

Make them blickies twerk sum

Get to clappin' like some thotties boy

Spin through, make all typa noise

Can't get you, they flame ya boys

Glock 23, like Michael Jord

Cracked ya lil boo spinal cord

My bro on go wit Wesson poles

He wipe yo nose for testin' $o

Next of kin, we wet his folks

Weapon spit, they vegetables

Get them bows fa less than yours

You spent yo check impressin' hoes

I got the neck, then let ha go

It's right back to the chedda bro

These niggas gay, act hetero

Get out the way, or I'm lettin' go

Come time to spray, they won't let it blow

They federal in weapon smoke

You won't hit a lick, cuz my glizzy tucked

Roll a bitch nigga in a blizzy stuffed

He a snitch, why he actin' fishy bruh

If I hear a hiss, then Ima semi buss

Memba back then, I ain't have any stuff

I aint trippin', cuz now I got plenty bucks

Ima leave a fuck nigga wit envy, stuck

Or Ima send a hit, out a hemi truck

Niggas hoppin' out, and they mag dump

Cuz you was talkin' that cash stuff

On yo ass huh, no pass uh

Betta run fast fore that blast come