OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
OCTOBERSFULLMOON
[Intro]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[Chorus]
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, whoa
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, ho
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', show
Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, bro
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, no
Lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, go
I gotta go, drip is so icy, lil' ho
You thinkin' I care, but I don't
Fat, obese emos don't know
How to make music, ride slow
Then step on the gas and we go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[Verse 1]
Dripping so icy that even my ho
Don't wanna see me but I know she won't
Stay 'way too long 'cause she gon' be broke
But I'm gon' kick her right out of my zone
Got so much money that I could pay for the family's loans
Pull out a gun just to rob me? I'm gone
These bitches wan' fuck with me but I can't fuck with those hoes
I'm fuckin' this bitch and she wanna see how far it can go
I'm quieter than your school shooter
But my ego bigger than the tits of a bitch who works at Hooters
They say I'm fuckin' cheesy like Gouda
But I really wanna spread thе message that I'm crude, uh
And my fuckin' fan coolеr
Than your Gram's shooter
All these bitches suckin' on my man boobs, uh
[Chorus]
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, whoa
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, ho
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', show
Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, bro
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, no
Lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, go
I gotta go, drip is so icy, lil' ho
You thinkin' I care, but I don't
Fat, obese emos don't know
How to make music, ride slow
Then step on the gas and we go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[Verse 2]
I rode with the gang, now they think I'm a G
Younger me playin' that Fortnite
Back then my PS4 party was cheese
I got so, so fat, but now I'm cleanin' my grease
Consider me traveller all 'cause I done been to Greece
I'm wilin' so much that I think I'm a beast
Around then was when I got locked in a room
With an adult, like a priest (Jesus)
Bitch, I ain't askin' for VIP
Or anything that you want from me
I just hope you know you frontin' me
Otherwise I'll unleash the inner cunt in me
Better not talk shit, 'cause I got a gun wit' me
Better not do anythin', play dumb wit' me
I heard they Budist, then you better hum wit' me, woo!
I got the fam, they switchin' up gangs
Found me a girl, she don't wanna bang (Geez!)
Rope all around me, yet I don't love to hang
But if you a sweet girl and a bad one, then damn, you can ram!
The reason I'm meaty is 'cause I go ham
Hopped onto this beat just so I could jam (Woo!)
I looked up to Big Sean, I looked straight at Lil Jon
Please don't get my shit wrong
Shout out local Subway, you never get shit wrong
Except that one guy who didn't add my sriracha
They think I give a fuck, but I don't
Hope you know that I don't accept drones
My mansion got thousands of hoes
Got me some Gucci, barely fits 'round my robe
Just like Big Sean, bitch, I got me a throne
Fuck doin' a job, I do this on my own
My own little world, fam, it's trapped in a dome
Springfield, 2007, bitches got me goin', "Do!"
Bitch I done made it, got all of this dough
Seven years later, I'll be all on my own
But I don't care if I'm old and alone
Nah, fuck it I do, put this gun to my skull (Run it, run it, run it)
[Chorus]
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it, whoa
Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, ho
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', show
Gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, gun it, bro
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, no
Lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, lit it, go
I gotta go, drip is so icy, lil' ho
You thinkin' I care, but I don't
Fat, obese emos don't know
How to make music, ride slow
Then step on the gas and we go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go