Moon

Lyrics

[Intro: Sancho Saucy] (Chamberlain, he's got it) Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, full of that gas Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight— [Verse 1: Sancho Saucy] Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight to the moon Got a bad lil' bitch wanna eat my dick, she like, "Sanchy, get a room" Then I looked at the bitch like, "Ho, you slick, what I look like, Bo-Bo the fool?" I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, I ain't payin' for shit, stupid bitch better pay her dues Got tools on tools like mechanics And them 7.62s automatic Got a whole gun store in the attic Put a body on the pole like a dancer Send a shooter through your roof like it's Santa Bird gang shit, nigga, red bandanas Hit your bitch with the hammer, just nail her So many jewels, might knock Kimbella Get your groove back, she feeling like Stella Mexican bitch got bricks, Griselda But she'd rather break tricks, that's Elda Big Bird, send hits, drop feathers Make a nigga body drop, my pleasure Bitch eat my dick with no hands, I'm a Tesla Then I bodyslam the pussy, I'm a wrestler, uh Ride in the whip with the tool on At school when I was lil' nigga, guess what I do? Get head in the school zone And everybody seen the bitch give me head when the light was on red 'cause the motherfuckin' roof gone Kill a nigga, put the motherfuckin' noose on And you ain't even gotta lace your boots on Any nigga try to fight, pussy boy die tonight, this a motherfuckin' shootin' zone Ooh, I was gon' stop, but I keep goin' I be at the studio while my ho hoein' Bitch came back, froze one arm Another bitch came back, froze two arms Got 'em lookin' like Sandra P, what is you on? Two white bitches on the futon Bitches pay me, no coupon Puerto Rican bitches love me like I'm Big Pun Bought the Maybach, I'm a big don Nigga got sauce like Kim Son So H-Town, call me Enron Nigga cross me, that's an AND1 Take a nigga soul like Shang Tsung And I'm pimpin' on a bitch, that's for shit sure If it's smoke, then I'm lightin' up the Crisco Diamonds dancin' on my neck, bitch, disco [Interlude: Sancho Saucy] Okay, I'm done, fuck it Ahh [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] Psych Walk put swangers on a big bike Poured a whole twelve in a lil' Sprite Sung on a bitch, McKnight Called up Virgil, got my 'fit right My shirt green, but it's Off-White My car look like a house, right Backseat long like a couch, right Hurt a nigga bitch, made her ouch, right Louis V bathrobe I fucked the bitch with a Louis V mask on My Louis V flag on Her pussy supreme, we get our collab on I'm Drippy the Dragon I drip out to Asia and show her my bag long My bitch on a cash phone She take a few pictures and swipe up her apps on Subscribe with your card on She poppin' that ass and it gave you a hard-on My Bentley is hard on And you done paid for it via from your smartphone I spit like a harpoon When I'm on the track eatin' white shark, holmes The fuck you done drunk on? You big on that liquor, get your ass shrunk, holmes Ooh-wee