Lyrics
Aye, it's Luna
I asked lil shawty if she feeling okay
Shawty died lit going hard at rave
Made a lil money, I spend it on drank
Breaking her back if she breaking my bank
Straight to the top, I'm making her sing
Can't fuck with a thot, they lie to ya face
I'm winning, you better stay outta my way
Spent a lil guap, made it back same day
Still got the fire, still gotta rage
Kicking the cameraman off of the stage
Feeling like God, take that to the grave
Alhamdulillah, we breaking that bread
All of my brothers with me till the end
Fuck a lil piece, we take the whole thing
R.I.P Ricky, feeling like eish
Winning with Charles, we fuck up the scene
Damn I know that you feel okay
Touchdown in the fucking city, I pray
Got so lit that you can't keep pace
Still got the fire, I still gotta rage
Flying on a jet but I still need a J
Fucking on a dime and she won't change face
Hell of a time, motherfuck you say
Stunt on a nigga, ain't no other way
Damn I know that you feel okay
Touchdown in the fucking city, I pray
Got so lit that you can't keep pace
Still got the fire, I still gotta rage
Flying on a jet but I still need a J
Fucking on a dime and she won't change face
Hell of a time, motherfuck you say
Stunt on a nigga, ain't no other way
Yeah yeah
Got some levels to this shit now
Got some levels to this shit now
Got some levels to this shit now
I might even take your bitch now
I might even take your bitch home
Yeah yeah
Got some levels to this shit now
I might even catch a lick now
I might even catch a lick now
That bitch really need some dick now
I asked lil shawty if she feeling okay
Shawty died lit going hard at rave
Made a lil money, I spend it on drank
Breaking her back if she breaking my bank
Straight to the top, I'm making her sing
Can't fuck with a thot, they lie to ya face
I'm winning, you better stay outta my way
Spent a lil guap, made it back same day
Still got the fire, still gotta rage
Kicking the cameraman off of the stage
Feeling like God, take that to the grave
Alhamdulillah, we breaking that bread
All of my brothers with me till the end
Fuck a lil piece, we take the whole thing
R.I.P Ricky, feeling like eish
Winning with Charles, we fuck up the scene
Damn I know that you feel okay
Touchdown in the fucking city, I pray
Got so lit that you can't keep pace
Still got the fire, I still gotta rage
Flying on a jet but I still need a J
Fucking on a dime and she won't change face
Hell of a time, motherfuck you say
Stunt on a nigga, ain't no other way
Ain't no other way with this shit
We might jus' take your bitches
No cap
I.D.L. baby
WRITERS
Jayden Monteiro
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