“Ur The Moon”
I just be styling, it’s hard to sleep (schyeah)
She never made it hard for me (schyeah, it’s coming)
I can’t trust my eyes, like, how do I see?
I’m in the high, she’s in the heat, uh (turn it up, turn it up)
Tell me why? And for what?
Always prepared ’cause I never know what
She wait at all of my shows, she wanted me to sign her butt, yeah, uh
Whipping that ho with the Fendi
Yeah-yeah, I was looking for Benji
I had smoke at means street (don’t get fucking scared now)
Everybody thought they knew me
My bitch, she ain’t even meet the new me
A ho gon’ die tryna do me
Look at the sky, it’s a movie
She not a wife, she a groupie
That’s a little-ass chain, check the new piece, schyeah
(I promise you niggas)
Red in the diamonds, no rubies
Stick in the dirt like- (schyeah)
Stick in the dirt like doody (schyeah), schyeah
There’s plenty of opps in the loose leafs
Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah
Stamp on your neck like pussy (’bout what?)
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah
Stand your position, little nigga, before you get put on a shirt (schyeah)
I was in south Carolina, with two hoes, taking they turn
You play with that fire too much, little shawty, you bound to get burnt (schyeah)
Svj, I go crazy, no concern (schyeah), uh
Glock in the holster (schyeah), yeah, stick in the Goyard (schyeah)
Put ’em on a poster, put ’em in a graveyard (schyeah), schyeah
She gets angry, she like to text hard (what?)
I don’t need a co-sign (what?), I need a die-hard (huh?)
I fuck her, blackout, yeah, then put it in chrome heart
The Bentley, it’s push-start (uh)
I’m a bully, I push hard (yeah, s’yeah)
Driving off drugs, this my go-kart (s’yeah)
Different day, ha (s’yeah)
We came out on Sunday
I told my mamma I was gon’ make it one day
Been, been, been told her
It was just the other day I was on bullshit eating leftovers, yeah
Schyeah, thinking about it
Now it’s just G5s, yeah, I don’t do layovers
