Текст песни
Okay. Okay. Yeah. Bought A new foreign, upgraded the motor. Chains are hanging, but this not a choker. If this chill, if she want me to stroke Her. Pop me a Perc' and I turn to A floater. I'm mixing Rat Simmons with the Ghost. Keep me a toolie, you know I'ma tote it. My shooter ain't got it all, he quick to Blow you. I'm fried on these meds, I need Me a chauffeur. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think they digging the drip like a gopher. Goyard bag hanging off of my shoulder. VS1 diamonds cold as Minnesota. Got a bond with this money, we got a Little closer. Drop top Benz, I came from Toyota. I go to the moon every time that I Roll up. Sloppy bankroll, they can't even fold up. Yeah, yeah. You know I came out that block. We here delivering, we all over mobs. Walking these sacks 'fore I spend me a lot. Ain't cuffing these hoes, I know they off opps. I had to lay low, the block got too Hot. We give 'em hellos, we hop out with Glocks. Got too many bills, I ain't never seen A drop. Soon as it touch down, getting the Mac. You know the circle got too many knots. Just like a cheetah, got too many spots. Your hoe, she choosing, tryna figure me out. I'm riding that demon. Too many horsepower, I'm speeding it up. Bitch, I been turnt way Before the clout. No one-up, green lean, I'm pouring It out. This bitch is eager, I'm tryna see Her mouth. She swallow it all, she don't spit It out. You know that I been the one, Yeah, there's no doubt. Trap beating hard, brought The doors out the house. These niggas telling, they Rats, not mouse. Shoot that stick from the bushes, I'm posing a crouch. Diss on the net, we Gon' see what you 'bout. Just like a ceiling Fan, air that bitch out. Bought a new foreign, Upgraded the motor. Chains are hanging, but this not A choker. If this chill, she want me to Stroke her. Pop me a Perc' and I turn To a floater. I'm mixing Rat Simmons with the Ghost. Keep me a toolie, you know I'ma tote It. My shooter ain't got it all, he quick To blow you. I'm fried on these meds, I Need me a chauffeur. Yeah, yeah, Yeah. I think they digging the drip like a Gopher. Goyard bag hanging off of my shoulder. VS1 diamonds cold as Minnesota. Got a bond with this money, we got a Little closer. Drop top Benz, I came from Toyota. I go to the moon every time that I Roll up. Sloppy bankroll, they can't even fold up.
Atl Smook — Go to the Moon
«Go to the Moon» — Atl Smook. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:04. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
