We can roll up and go right to the moon, baby
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
Nigga blowin' out the pack, bubblegum
In a coupe, color half butternut
Goin' too fast, gonna f*ck it up
Got a newsflash, I was f*ckin' up
Nigga, I been rollin' up this evergreen
Singin' sum like a melody
Got a fifth drunk off a Hennessy
Now the bitch f*ckin' with my energy
Man, you know I just lay low
If they ever come lookin' my nigga I'm gone till' the case closed
The land, the city of angels
Where you either crash or race off
Nigga, the land of angels
Where you either crash or race off
I ain't makin' any homies
I just wanna make a name, yeah
And them niggas actin' funny
So I just stay in my lane, yeah
It's harder to stay out the way
But don't think I'm not in the race
Ain't no sponge, but she powder her face
Failing lungs from the fire it takes
Maybe I'll jump from the fire escape
Shit, maybe not
Flow is sick it need a rabies shot
Me and bro slidin' to a shady spot
Got a 45, not a baby Glock
Whole life, I ain't traiding spots
For the bread, homie, they'll take your spot
We can roll up and go right to the moon, baby
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
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We can roll up and go right to the moon, baby
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
Nigga blowin' out the pack, bubblegum
In a coupe, color half butternut
Goin' too fast, gonna f*ck it up
Got a newsflash, I was f*ckin' up
Nigga, I been rollin' up this evergreen
Singin' sum like a melody
Got a fifth drunk off a Hennessy
Now the bitch f*ckin' with my energy
Man, you know I just lay low
If they ever come lookin' my nigga I'm gone till' the case closed
The land, the city of angels
Where you either crash or race off
Nigga, the land of angels
Where you either crash or race off
I ain't makin' any homies
I just wanna make a name, yeah
And them niggas actin' funny
So I just stay in my lane, yeah
It's harder to stay out the way
But don't think I'm not in the race
Ain't no sponge, but she powder her face
Failing lungs from the fire it takes
Maybe I'll jump from the fire escape
Shit, maybe not
Flow is sick it need a rabies shot
Me and bro slidin' to a shady spot
Got a 45, not a baby Glock
Whole life, I ain't traiding spots
For the bread, homie, they'll take your spot
We can roll up and go right to the moon, baby
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
Nigga blowin' out the pack, bubblegum
In a coupe, color half butternut
Goin' too fast, gonna f*ck it up
Got a newsflash, I was f*ckin' up
Nigga, I been rollin' up this evergreen
Singin' sum like a melody
Got a fifth drunk off a Hennessy
Now the bitch f*ckin' with my energy
Man, you know I just lay low
If they ever come lookin' my nigga I'm gone till' the case closed
The land, the city of angels
Where you either crash or race off
Nigga, the land of angels
Where you either crash or race off
I ain't makin' any homies
I just wanna make a name, yeah
And them niggas actin' funny
So I just stay in my lane, yeah
It's harder to stay out the way
But don't think I'm not in the race
Ain't no sponge, but she powder her face
Failing lungs from the fire it takes
Maybe I'll jump from the fire escape
Shit, maybe not
Flow is sick it need a rabies shot
Me and bro slidin' to a shady spot
Got a 45, not a baby Glock
Whole life, I ain't traiding spots
For the bread, homie, they'll take your spot
We can roll up and go right to the moon, baby
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' or popping a blue, maybe
You don't gotta
I'm out of my mind, don't wanna go too crazy
If you wanna
Get higher than flyin' on top of the moon, baby
Then you gotta
Shit I'm writing high in this booth, uh
And my dawg would slide this bitch too, uh
Pour the sodas out with the juice, uh
I'm like what you wanted to do, uh
What you wanna do
Writer: Colin James, Kai Pegula
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