Moon Rock

I put moon rocks in my blunt Bagging shit up at 14, can't get caught with a scale, put that bitch in the trunk Bad lil' bitch tryna throat me, soon as I hop in the whip, she turn to a munch I'm in the back, sipping codeine, soon as I light up this blunt, I need me some lunch I got your hoe in the back tryna hunch Fuck what they talkin', they ain't on none Three years straight, boy, I been on a run Washed up, nigga, he know that he done She shakin' ass while I'm throwin' these ones I love the way that she throwin' her buns They say Wick, don't post you no guns Perc fuck up my stomach, I need me a tum Bad bitch tryna come fuck the whole gang She don't even know who to pick Three years straight, boy, I built my name My ex hoe make her sick (That lil hoe lame) He walk down, got hit close range He got to ducking the shit Nine o'clock, she like, what's your name? By 12, I'm fuckin' the bitch I'm the type nigga go get my stain You the type nigga got none, you lame I'm the type nigga push up in foreign Twin the type nigga push up, buss brains I'm the type nigga, cut her off she boring I cut the hoe off, she trippin' again Chillin' with some niggas that love to spin Won't tell this hoe my government Won't tell this hoe my government Every time I let em in, all they do is hurt me Tryna escape my pain Damn near hooked myself on perky's You better stay in your lane, lil' bitch 'Fore you get swerved off it Celine mix that bitch with Dior Dior, you know that I'm flossing You hear my music in all the stores And all the clubs, you know that I'm popping Walk in the bank and I pull out a ten I'm countin' up Bands, I know that they watching Plug dropped the load, next day it oversold On gang, my trap be rocking I put moon rocks in my blunt Bagging shit up at 14, can't get caught with a scale, put that bitch in the trunk Bad lil' bitch tryna throat me, soon as I hop in the whip, she turn to a munch I'm in the back, sipping codeine, soon as I light up this blunt, I need me some lunch I got your hoe in the back tryna hunch Fuck what they talkin', they ain't on none Three years straight, boy, I been on a run Washed up, nigga, he know that he done She shakin' ass while I'm throwin' these ones I love the way that she throwin' her buns They say Wick, don't post you no guns Perc fuck up my stomach, I need me a tum Bad bitch tryna come fuck the whole gang She don't even know who to pick