[Verse: RJLDiablo]
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah)
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah, ayy)
You know that the gun won't miss (Hold up)
You know that the bullet gon' hit (Ayy, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah, yeah (Hold up)
I got my racks, hold up, hold up
Shoot at a fag, hold up, hold up
Came from the back, hold up, hold up
Manna got the mag, hold up, hold up, yeah
MH reppin', ayy, ayy
MH steppin', ayy, ayy
Gang-gang preppin', ayy, ayy
We gon' chef him, ayy, ayy, hold up
Yeah, I'ma go fuck his bitch
Yeah, I'ma go fuck his bitch
You know that my gun won't miss
You know that the .9 gon' hit (Ayy, ayy, hold up, wait)
Yeah, MH reppin', yeah, yeah
MH steppin', yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the 'chete (Yeah, I got the 'chete)
And you don't impress me (Nah, you don't)
I tried to put C$ on map (Map)
I tried to put Cody on map (Map)
And I tried to work for some fags (Fags)
Who thought my shit was a gag (Gag, gag, wait)
And I'm like, "Ho, don't nag"
Yeah, bitch, I got the—wait, wait, wait
Yеah, I got the, yeah, I got the stylе
And I'm going wild, your ho want my child, ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh, bet she want the dick (Hold up)
I bet she want my kids (Hold up)
Me and your shawty get so lit (So lit)
Moon God, I'm back in this shit (Ayy, ayy)
I'm back and I'm sick, I'm back and I'm totallin' whips
I totalled your shit, ain't better than mine so go back to your kids
Go back to your cuz, to where you was, you fear me, bruh
People gon' drop on my birthday and think that it's okay (Ayy)
Got a bad bitch, mixed Sommer and Gomez (Ayy)
She outta Jamaica, and she not a faker
She came from the kitchen, the bitch is a baker, ayy
I ball on these retards, I'm part of the Lakers
That girl want my balls like I'm part of the Lakers
I talked to my idol, go back to your maker
You lie 'bout your past, man, you not a—uh
You softer than Coi, you softer than Cody
You softer than Kx, you softer than broski, ayy, ayy
I beat up a kid just for messing with me
I kicked up his shit 'cause he been stressing me
They gosippin' but I taught 'em a lesson
If you keep on, I'll pull up with the Wesson
Moon God (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Moon God
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah)
I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah, ayy)
You know that the gun won't miss (Hold up)
You know that the bullet gon' hit (Ayy, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah, yeah (Hold up)
I got my racks, hold up, hold up
Shoot at a fag, hold up, hold up
Came from the back, hold up, hold up
Manna got the mag, hold up, hold up, yeah
MH reppin', ayy, ayy
MH steppin', ayy, ayy
Gang-gang preppin', ayy, ayy
We gon' chef him, ayy, ayy, hold up
Yeah, I'ma go fuck his bitch
Yeah, I'ma go fuck his bitch
You know that my gun won't miss
You know that the .9 gon' hit (Ayy, ayy, hold up, wait)
Yeah, MH reppin', yeah, yeah
MH steppin', yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the 'chete (Yeah, I got the 'chete)
And you don't impress me (Nah, you don't)
I tried to put C$ on map (Map)
I tried to put Cody on map (Map)
And I tried to work for some fags (Fags)
Who thought my shit was a gag (Gag, gag, wait)
And I'm like, "Ho, don't nag"
Yeah, bitch, I got the—wait, wait, wait
Yеah, I got the, yeah, I got the stylе
And I'm going wild, your ho want my child, ayy, ayy
Yeah, uh, bet she want the dick (Hold up)
I bet she want my kids (Hold up)
Me and your shawty get so lit (So lit)
Moon God, I'm back in this shit (Ayy, ayy)
I'm back and I'm sick, I'm back and I'm totallin' whips
I totalled your shit, ain't better than mine so go back to your kids
Go back to your cuz, to where you was, you fear me, bruh
People gon' drop on my birthday and think that it's okay (Ayy)
Got a bad bitch, mixed Sommer and Gomez (Ayy)
She outta Jamaica, and she not a faker
She came from the kitchen, the bitch is a baker, ayy
I ball on these retards, I'm part of the Lakers
That girl want my balls like I'm part of the Lakers
I talked to my idol, go back to your maker
You lie 'bout your past, man, you not a—uh
You softer than Coi, you softer than Cody
You softer than Kx, you softer than broski, ayy, ayy
I beat up a kid just for messing with me
I kicked up his shit 'cause he been stressing me
They gosippin' but I taught 'em a lesson
If you keep on, I'll pull up with the Wesson
Moon God (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Moon God
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