Go to the Moon

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[Chorus] Bought a new foreign, upgraded the motor Chains they hanging, but this not a choker This bitch she choosing, she want me to choke her I pop me a perc and I turn to a floater I'm mixing Raf Simons with the Gosha Keep me a toolie, you know I'm a toter My shooter ain't got it out, he quick to blow you I'm fried on these meds, I need me a chauffeur [Verse] Yeah, yeah, yeah I think they diggin' 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 lil' closer Drop-top Benz, I came from Toyota I go to the moon, evеry time that I roll up Sloppy bankroll, it can't even fold up Yеah, yeah, you know I came out that block We catch you slipping when y'all out with mops Walk in the Saks Fifth, I spend me a lot Ain't cuffing these hoes, I know they all thots I had to lay low, the block got too hot We give them halos, we hop out with Glocks Got too many bills, I ain't never seen a drought Soon as it touch down I'm gettin' 'em out You got the swag, I got too many knots Just like a cheetah, got too many spots Your hoe she choosing, tyrna figure me out I'm riding in that Demon, skrrrtt Too much horsepower, I'm spinning it out Bitch I've been turnt way before the clout Don't want no green lean, I'm pouring it out This bitch a eater, I'm tryna see her mouth She swallowed it all, she don't spit it out You know that I've been the one, it is no doubt Trap beating hard, broke the doors off the house These niggas telling, they rats not mouse Shoot that stick from the bushes, I'm posed in a crouch Diss on the net, we gon' see what you 'bout Just like a ceiling fan, air that bitch out [Chorus] Bought a new foreign, upgraded the motor Chains they hanging, but this not a choker This bitch she choosing, she want me to choke her I pop me a perc and I turn to a floater I'm mixing Raf Simons with the Gosha Keep me a toolie, you know I'm a toter My shooter ain't got it out, he quick to blow you I'm fried on these meds, I need me a chauffeur [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah I think they diggin' 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 lil closer Drop-top Benz, I came from Toyota I go to the moon, every time that I roll up Sloppy bankroll, it can't even fold up
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- ATL Smook