Songtexte
(Ayy, Moon, turn my shit up)
(NoLimitAustin)
Love or hate me
Huh, ayy
I see these **** got animosity, why they jockin' me?
Huh, worried 'bout what I'm doin', why they keep on watchin' me?
I really had to go get it just so they acknowledge me
Keep this shit a thousand, you **** is not a G
Watchin' my surroundings, these **** be tryna creep
My **** early morning huntin' in the field, they boppin' chinks
Told her she can stay, but, baby, you're not with me
Homie said he got a play, so, baby, I gotta leave
Get to smokin', wrap him up just like a fuckin' Grabba Leaf
On the 'Gram he think he tough, but he ain't really got no beef
Fuck what they talkin', what they say about me (Ayy, hmm)
Huh? These **** pussy
Ran off with some crispy-ass 'bows full of cookies
Beam Dot'll bust a **** top if you push me, huh
F&N bullets for a **** think he Tookie
Check a BIN with us, I heard most of you **** rookies (Ayy)
Next to all them killers in the party with them toolies
Chastise my kids, it wasn't hard to really do it, hmm
Jump wrong, I think this **** really stupid, huh
Now he bullets spark bark loud like he ruthless
Tell him put that gun down, he ain't gon' do shit (Ayy)
Or get knocked out like your daddy used to do, shit
A lot of **** with attitude, but we ruthless
My **** always got his tool, he love to shoot shit
My **** crazy with his tool, he'll shoot a kid
Set trippin' in the party, don't care who you is
My shoes cost a thousand, what type of shoes you in?
I don't really got no time for no stupid bitch
Too many bitches tryna find out what crew to hit
Gotta kill me if he caught me in a Fubu 'fit
Amiri jeans on my body, hundred blues on me
I got my stick, why the passenger? Who lonely?
Air this bitch out, no **** need to shoot for me
We got the drop, we finna fuck up the pool party
Smoke out the pound, told the bitch, "Roll a few for me"
Man, who the fuck is these **** keep starin' at me?
He with his folks, **** know I don't spare family
This bitch a ho, so I'm not finna bare back her
Turn up them fours, I'm gettin' low, finna buck a rapper
Patrick Mahomes when I throw him back these bullets
I see these **** got animosity, why they jockin' me?
Huh, worried 'bout what I'm doin', why they keep on watchin' me?
I really had to go get it just so they acknowledge me
Keep this shit a thousand, you **** is not a G
Watchin' my surroundings, these **** be tryna creep
My **** early morning huntin' in the field, they boppin' chinks
Told her she can stay, but, baby, you're not with me
Homie said he got a play, so, baby, I gotta leave
Written by: Joshua braved
