Walking Thru The Mall (To The Moon 3)

[Intro]
Woah
Murda, bless yo trap
Woah
M-M-M-Murda
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Walking through the mall, Like I'm in a mood
Like I can't come home, Ooh
Walking through the mall, Like I'm in a mood
Like I can't come home, Ooh (Lil Purpp! Yeah)

[Post Chorus]
Still got a Glock in my benz
Cartier frames on my face
I won't smoke on [?] mans, Ooh
[?]
Got this Draco, bitch I keep for revenge
Fuck it, set her up to be a model like she not a ten, Ooh

[Verse]
I got a Glock in my mattress, fucking an actress
Smoking on dope, I got ashes on ashes
Louis V. bag and I'm steppin' with ratchets, Ooh
Hit from the back, and I beat it
[?] I heard my sons a [?]
Whip up the chicken, then I chop like a beater, Ooh
I'm on the block, serving [?]
Murda bless yo trap, bitch, just like that
You don't want smoke, nah this ain't that
Look at these baguettes, diamonds on me attached
Walked in talkin' bout trap, then took a trip, to the Moon
All my niggas pop pills, I touch the Moon
Tiffany Blue diamond pearls on my neck like the Moon
Paid diamonds on me like this, Supernova, moon, Yeah!

[Chorus]
Walking through the mall, Like I'm in a mood
Like I can't come home, Ooh
Walking through the mall, Like I'm in a mood
Like I can't come home, Ooh (Lil Purpp! Yeah)

[Post Chorus]
Still got a Glock in my benz
Cartier frames on my face
I won't smoke on [?] mans, Ooh
[?]
Got this Draco, bitch I'm getting revenge
Fuck it, set her up to be a model like she not a ten, Ooh