Moon Lyrics

Yea, (it's 18s bitch)

Got my switchy in the mailbag, deliver him to hell

How the fuck you want some work if you ain't got no dirty scale

Man, I swear this hoe some work, girl always be on my head

Bad lil' bitch all on my dick, keep askin' questions bout my dreads

You got some friends? pull up three on three, you know I'm with my mans

And we got pape together, if we didn't, ain't no slappin' hands

If he reach I bet I teach, coach had told me slap his hand

I got Drac' under the seat, you'll get benched for all that playin

I got 30 plus the button, so that's how it keep on sprayin

Said he wanted beef, I caught him out he ran

Boy, your father raised a bitch, go tell him that you ain't no man

On the Five, made a come up servin' shit, hand to hand

Blow my stick, hit a head, it get intense, I ain't gon' miss

I made a bitch boy beat his feet, but I ain't chase him past the fence

Tighten up just like a wrench, we got the drop, boy, here we come

Got a beam right on my blicky, that bitch light up like a Flum, nigga

(Come get yo hoe, she on my nuts, nigga)