MOONSHINE!

[Intro]
(Young whoppa, on your blocka and I got the choppa)
Yuh, Yah

[Verse 1 - ayrtn]
Ask me how I'm doing, man I'm calm
Want me to trek for the pack fuck that
That shit is so long
Flexing, look at my arms
Skinny nigga got lucky charms
And they loving my garments
We make noise like fire alarm
Why you still with her
When you know that she's a hoe (bitch)
Man I just took that L
But I had to let it go, huh
Had a mad lots of ups and downs
But you know that you're still my bro (still my brodie)
I'm cold like North Pole
Champion socks on my toes, wait
I don't really be trusting
I'm cold like a Russian
Got the readies I be rushing
With me she be loving, it
Man she love me now she wanna fuck me
Got the magic, stick
Spin it slightly, then I run it back
I be cashing it
Water wet, man I swam in it
Make a beat and then I damage it
Nice records, man I manage it
Do a show and then I hammer it
Before the show they say break a leg
Then I provide, I don't ever shen
Cruck It off, then I fuck off
In my North Face up on the peg

[Verse 2 - Smith Blaxk]
Back starting again
She come best roll with friend
I'm need a video, all of this shit
She's making a video
She throw up her legs
I need her all, with a bit of interest
You doing to much for a bitch, she impress
You're risking your name for a fan and the press
Playboy shit gotta jump in the mess
We be working it
Dust or dawn, no way can a man take rest
We be serving it
Inject this sauce from when you wake up till bed
Keep traversing it
Try say I can't last can't fault
When I'm put to the test
I know she [?] it
Can't chat shit
They think we can never be blessed
I made this blade in 2015
Now I gotta lay in these sheets for life
Did it full twice, jumped in it head first
Fuck plan B, so wouldn't I need that
Fuck success, by force
But they all want a little bit more
Fuck I saw was got lost score
Couldn't give 2 shits
Cuh I'm doing my course
Tony Stark when I'm up in the booth
Can make anything
Far thoughts in my mind
Shit ain't hard, it just takes time
Still a couple years till I reach my prime
Doing up shows, saw mum in the crowd
Word of my [?] she told me she's proud
Feel like shit, gotta do one now
My I ain't feel like this in while

[Verse 3 - ayrtn]
My nigga chill
The bands will come through in due time
I burn a pack and then
I be flying through the sky
Pattern up my shit
Now I'm scoring, Ian Wright
I'm talking to her on the phone
But now she moving shy, but why
Pressing keys and buttons
Like I'm playing with a k[?]
Time this music man
This shit shit will never ever die
Third eye open, I'm aware you ain't sly
She bounce my neck like it's an apple pie, wait
Man this shit does not compute
Got 23s on my feet
Niggas holla for the feat
But that shit don't come free
You're stressing bout some bitch shit
Shit was not that deep
Start slumping me, it's putting me to sleep, like wait
Man this shit does not compute
Got 23s on my feet
Niggas holla for the feat
But that shit don't come free
You're stressing bout some bitch shit
Shit was not that deep
Start slumping me, it's putting me to sleep