MOON

(Oh yeah let’s hear that shit)

30 on my wrist
30 on my bitch
30 on my hip
Try me you get (oo aye)

30 on my wrist
30 on my bitch
30 on my hip
Try me you get hit

I don’t fuck around (ay ay look)
We gon gun you down down down
Down
I don’t fuck around (ay ay look)
We gon gun you down down down down

I can’t fuck with lames or no birds
I’m allergic to’m both
Niggas quiet all’a sudden
They allergic to this smoke
Bag chase
Gettin to the money’s all I know (that’s all I know)
I’m on my own (I’m on my own)
I’m on my muthafuckin lonely nigga
Ay, one thing I can’t fuck with is a phony nigga
Ain’t no fake love
Nah nah
We not homies nigga
No no no (no)
No no no (no)
No no no (ay)

30 on my wrist
30 on my bitch
30 on my hip
Try me you get (oo aye)

30 on my wrist
30 on my bitch
30 on my hip
Try me you get hit

I don’t fuck around (ay ay look)
We gon gun you down down down down
I don’t fuck around (ay ay look)
We gon gun you down down down down
I don’t fuck around

(Oh yeah let’s hear that shit)