THL B Lou - on the moonrocks. (feat. Kaizer)

(I consider these diamonds)
(They make my neck weigh up a ton)

(Ay pulling up with our straps)
(In the club she throwin it back)
(Boutta go and poke em' up like a tack)
(Never gonna end up in a pack)

Aye, aye, me and gang steady smoking on the Moonrocks, shot him now the pole hot
I'm up in Atlanta, clutching red dots
Ain't no body only go for headshots
Just to knock his cap off
Cause he said he gonna get us wacked off

Aye, you ain't gon' do shit yeah, you know you ain't bout it
I'm just crazy like a fuse, you just don't wanna light it
Yeah, you see us go away, now you feeling enlightened
Come back round two yeah, you off the map, I'm delighted

Aye, pulling up with our straps, in the club, she throwing it back
Bout to go and poke em' up like a tack
Never gonna end up in a pack

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, I got a stick in my motherfucking right hand
Got a lot of cash and a rollie on my left hand
Pull up gang suited, and we feeling like a metal man
Yeah, the whole block blasting that's a lot of metal, and
I pull up with a couple of heaters, they be hotter than a lamp
Straight to the block with the gang, popping hella champagne
When we hit him with the strap, ain't no way
He's snitching, so we really gotta double back

Shooters out the hatch, when we gotta double back
Hit a n**** up, then put him in a pack
Punched him in the jaw, now he only seein' black
Thought lil' homie cool til' we caught him with no strap

Aye, aye, me and gang steady smoking on the Moonrocks, shot him now the pole hot
I'm up in Atlanta, clutching red dots
Ain't no body only go for headshots
Just to knock his cap off
Cause he said he gonna get us wacked off

Aye, you ain't gon' do shit yeah, you know you ain't bout it
I'm just crazy like a fuse, you just don't wanna light it
Yeah, you see us go away, now you feeling enlightened
Come back round two yeah, you off the map, I'm delighted

Aye, pulling up with our straps, in the club, she throwing it back
Bout to go and poke em' up like a tack
Never gonna end up in a pack, a pack

I'm just rolling up weed, smoke em' like a pack rack
They know I keep a tucked, but only in my backpack
My choppa so big, it can't fit up in my waistband
Booty so big, I might just have to tap that

I consider these diamonds, they make my neck way up a ton
I put the ice up on your hoe, it be so cold, it make her numb
7-3-7-11, shining brighter than the sun
And your bitch will miss my dick, the only one that made her cum

(The only one that made her cum)
(The only one that)
(I put the ice up on your hoe, it be so cold)
(It make her numb )

Aye, aye, me and gang steady smoking on the Moonrocks, shot him now the pole hot
I'm up in Atlanta, clutching red dots
Ain't no body only go for headshots
Just to knock his cap off
Cause he said he gonna get us wacked off

Aye, you ain't gon' do shit yeah, you know you ain't bout it
I'm just crazy like a fuse, you just don't wanna light it
Yeah, you see us go away, now you feeling enlightened
Come back round two yeah, you off the map, I'm delighted

Aye, pulling up with our straps, in the club, she throwing it back
Bout to go and poke em' up like a tack
Never gonna end up in a pack

I ain't never gonna end up in a pack
All you n***** talkin', but we know it's straight cap
Hit him in his face, then we hit him in his back
Pull up no face, with a motherfuckin' mask

Written by:
Bryson Lucero

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