TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix)

Sit by myself

Talking to the moon

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah, teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's, gon' turn up

I smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up

Reflection of me, I bought her the brand-new Rover

I get in her jeans, wet water like Pepsi-Cola

Ah-ah, I got an old cougar

Fine brown, give me that brown sugar

Thom Browne, drip in your town, hold up

Gunna got now, we make the world turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Cashmere turtle, yeah, I'm feeling her girdle

My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder

Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah, teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Yeah, yeah

Huh, fly to France, and we can spend time in the Louvre, magical time with you

Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to Corse, part of the side on my boots

I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods, I fuck my bitches in twos

I got plan on my line, how the fuck can I lose? If I won't come out my shoes

Jacket Moncler, in my town, I'm pushin' that P

I'm out, send forty for the fee, might just cop a bando by the sea

I spend another month in LA, just fucked a French bitch from the bay

And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yee

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah

Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Teh, ha, yeah, yeah, teh, teh, teh

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Yeah, yeah