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Moonshine
- Ten degree wrist, rocks froze
- Like I'm Drake running with my woes
- Got the boys moving, toting poles
- Trying to copy me, you stay a clone
- All of these rap niggas, they beneath
- Expensive shoes only on my feet
- Making all this money, have a feast
- Bought a few cars, it ain't a lease
- Got a foreign bitch, she Japanese
- No, we ain't speaking Cartinese
- Snorting all this coke, it make me sneeze
- Encounter police, never freeze
- Cook it up in a white tee
- Food we sell, don't sell for free
- Post on a block, pay a fee
- Do some shit the opps ain't see
- Get to shooting, make the Js crease
- Shit gets hot, check the temp.
- All these pills causing me limp
- Heard that boy, he a rat
- Saw a little bitch and she a snack
- Got this cock coming from the back
- Leave the front door, Issa trap
- Pistol rise up, metal blasts
- hop in the whip, go too fast
- whats up on they wrist, its some glass
- whats up on my wrist, its some diamonds
- collecting all this clout, yea I'm climbing
- bars never stop, bitch I'm wildin
- bank rup tcy, whatchu filing?
- Straight money, what im countin
- can I murder beats, whatchu askin?
- you dont pay the fee, is you fasting?
- grow up in these streets, how long you lasting?
- Ruben spitting like a shoeshine
- Redneck drunk, moonshine
- Bitches look at me and say "he fine"
- Nat hoe call, I decline
- Goofy nigga diss and then he dying
- Hoppin in a jet, we get to flying
- Pull the seat back, I sit reclined
- Champagne later, pour wine
- Y'all five cents, I'm a dime
- Y'all is some peasants, I'm a don
- Call me the pro, you the con
- Tearing shit up, King Kong
- Choppa make noise like a gong
- Friends asked me to make a song
- listen to this shit, boys its clean
- stealing all these bitches, I'm a fiend
- this the type of shit you ain't seen
- gang pull up on the scene
- rolling papers up filled with green
- bunnies snorting coke, charlie sheen
- Uzi said he still sippin lean
- Mark showed the flicks, now I'm keen
- get them shots popping like corn
- at ya btich's crib, make a porn
- jumping in the whip, issa foreign
- gotta move the food in morn'
- got the court room to be adjourned
- here's a lesson for the lil bros,
- yall too new, I'm a pro
- yall is some bitches, that fasho
- yall is some snitches, gotta squeal
- tell bro, Lucas, gotta kill
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