MOON&STARS! (feat. Sadfriendd)

Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe?

Don't waste no more time and i really wanna know

If you really wanna go, take you on a fucking trip

To the motherfucking moon and stars, here we go

And i don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man

If he really want that fucking smoke, we don't throw hands

Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan

Flex on my haters

They make me money whilst i flex bands, Bad bitch on my line

Like wassup hoe

Don't waste no more time and i really wanna know

If you really wanna go, take you on a fucking trip

To the motherfucking moon and stars, here we go

And i don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man

If he really want that fucking smoke, we don't throw hands

Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan

Flex on my haters

They make me money whilst i flex bands

Ay Ay Damn

Tell lil shawty she can run it aye

If she wanna kick it, tell lil shawty we gone pun it

Gotta bad bitch, come into the crib because she want it

If she want it imma buy it, i aint really with the stuntin

Got a bag on my neck with all this ice on my neck

She gone bring it down, because she like to get reckless

Shawty said i give her lock jaw, no tetanus

I keep staring but i hope you aint offended girl

Damn, Girl you so damn fine uh

I swear to god that you always on my mind uh

And i aint really like the way we waste time a lot

But she a bad bitch so im tryna take her to my spot aye

Drop it like it hot, baby show me what you got uh

I know I'm moving fast, girl i know that its a lot uh

But i cant wife you if i find out you a thot

But shawty said she love me but i can never love no thot

Bad bitch on my line, like wassup hoe?

Don't waste no more time and i really wanna know

If you really wanna go, take you on a fucking trip

To the motherfucking moon and stars, here we go

And i don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man

If he really want that fucking smoke, we don't throw hands

Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan

Flex on my haters

They make me money whilst i flex bands, Bad bitch on my line

Like wassup hoe

Don't waste no more time and i really wanna know

If you really wanna go, take you on a fucking trip

To the motherfucking moon and stars, here we go

And i don't want that hoe cause this 44 tucked for her new man

If he really want that fucking smoke, we don't throw hands

Iced my wrist, so damn cold you a whole fan

Flex on my haters

They make me money whilst i flex bands

Hopped out the plane, i just got a new patek

I ain't talking uzi, that shit automatic

Pull up to the spot, make it rain like confetti

That pussy want smoke, aight bet let him have it

I got bands, got cash, big benz

Louis V on my belt talking big brands

Girl you lookin so fly in that dress, take a sip and relax, im the one and that's facts

Got you in my whip, this shit is a hellcat

Kickdown, ion know where the brakes at

Big stones all up on my wrist, can you see that?

Oh that's yo bitch?

I'll make sure that I hit that

I just pulled up in a brand new foreign

Poured up a four now that shit got me snoring

Bitch we up next, i don't know what you thinking

If you want the smoke, you get popped like a pimple