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Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram

And if the world ever has an apocalypse
I will kill all of you fuckers
Fear will be plentiful, death will be bountiful
I will spare none of you peasants
Fuck your religion, your pastor fucked kids
And got sent to a prison in PC
I seen the devil, he’s in you and me
You need saving to listen to this, see
Follow ’em home, cut the right corner so nobody sees you
Turn off your phone
Leave it at home so nobody can trace you
Mask your expressions
Appear to be calm, they won’t read your intentions
As soon as you’re in
Let them all know who they’re all in the presence of

I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent

Look at your freaking tip
Pussy, I’m eatin’ it, yuh
My dick like [?]
Just like a baby, she droolin’, yuh
I just might pass her to fooly, yuh
Blow on my dick like a wish
All of my thotties have Kik, messenger
I be wild’n out like Nick
I know when the combat finishes

Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram

My skin peanut butter color
Inside whip is really jelly
Her boyfriend sending threats
I think that nigga really jealous
Peanut butter color
Inside whip is really jelly
And her boyfriend sending threats
I think that nigga really jealous
(Thanks, Ugly God…)
If you show that pussy on Snapchat
If I wanna fuck with my snapback
Your boyfriend look like he rock snapbacks
If he try to kick it…
Yuh, yuh…
I like that, keep that shit

[Verse 1]
The last thing I think of on the way to the club is love
But since the homie brought it up
I just thought I’d catch him up with us (My nigga)
Bro you better keep this quiet
I ain’t even gon’ deny it, I know you gon’ be dying
When you find out I was crying
I couldn’t even stop it
I was acting out of pocket
I knew you was home last
I can’t knock it

[Chorus]
I did this to myself
(You did it, you did it, you did it)
I did this to myself, didn’t I
(You did, you did, you did)
Can’t be no-one else can it
(You did it, you did it, you did)
I did this to myself didn’t I
I think I did this to myself

[Verse 2]
The last thing they would assume
If they saw us goin’ vroom with the top down
Is that I’m talking to you
But the only woman who
Made me slow down
And when I mean slow, I mean-

Stop
We’re here
You got 40 dollars for the uh, for the valet?
You ain’t never got, nigga (sigh)
It’s like that

[Chorus]
I did this to myself
(You did it, you did it, you did it)
I did this to myself, didn’t I
(You did, you did, you did)
Can’t be no-one else can it
(You did it, you did it, you did)
I did this to myself didn’t I
I think I did this to myself

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 1]
She’s shining in a sea of people, see her smiling
Something about her body caught my eyes and
I can’t seem to look away
Oh, she’s floating
Bumping into strangers like they’re nothing
Acting like she know she’s hiding something, yeah
I can’t take my eyes away, no

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’ve seen her face before
I know, but I don’t know for sure
My friends ain’t with me anymore
Oh, I’ve gotta know

[Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own?
Seem so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
Dancing alone?

Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own?
Seem so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
Dancing alone?

[Post-Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone

[Verse 2]
She’s hiding, I’m looking for her everywhere
I’m trying to spot her like a pin drop in the silence, yeah
I can’t let her get away, no
Someone’s behind me
We go back to back and we’re colliding
Suddenly I turned around and right there
She’s staring back at me

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’ve seen her face before
I know, but I don’t know for sure
My friends ain’t with me anymore
Oh, I’ve gotta know

[Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own?
Seem so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
Dancing alone?

Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Did she come on her own?
Seem so lost
So why does she keep on dancing
Dancing alone?

[Post-Chorus]
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone
Why she dancing alone

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun