Lyrics: Kelly-Ann Oksana Saunders/Demarcus Pollard/Matthew Alexander Washington/Pharenz Abellard/Alex Sowinski/Chester Hanson/Juan Carlos Medrano Magallanes
Music: Kelly-Ann Oksana Saunders/Demarcus Pollard/Matthew Alexander Washington/Pharenz Abellard/Alex Sowinski/Chester Hanson/Juan Carlos Medrano Magallanes
Uh, yo
It’s Moon & Plus
Can I talk my shit again?
Yo, look
Let’s set the record straight
Never need a nigga for shit
I steady elevate
Leave you in the toilet with shit
I gotta delegate
Gettin’ way too busy for this
These niggas featherweight, they ain’t heavy hitting like this
I’m in my element. You just in the room like the elephant
But I’m sexier and way more elegant
Heaven sent
Bar these niggas up, they love the eloquence
Killin’ niggas, they can’t even get rid of the evidence
You should be grateful for my benevolence
I could stop the party, **** it up like I’m Malificent
Sleeping on me lethal, cause bitch I got no equals
I Digress’d the first time, but bitch this is the sequel
And I don’t speak no evil, but I'm something like the reaper
Coming for the crown like a mother ****ing repo
Taking niggas food out they hand like a seagull
They gon’ have to lock a nigga up like Sigel, facts
okay see im colder than all, if you oppose then you fall,
these niggas actin like they better, thats a bogus facade,
dope in the bars, bitch i spit like i got coke in my jaws,
aint talkin manhood when i say i keep the pole in my draws
shawty **** the games,
im the hardest out and all the others lame
i stay away from rappers, almost all these niggas ****in strange
i'll up the stainless steel and buss a brain if niggas touch my change,
i got way too much ego and pride to try and tuck a chain,
im hard headed, cant follow the rules, even god said it,
the road that im on come with bumps and bruises so im scarred heavy,
these niggas think meaner than plus?
ill rob a rapper in front of the precinct and flee the scene in a rush,
the witnesses like "damn, he did em rough"
the nina is stuffed, i hid it cus its illegal with the weed gettin puffed,
drop the opps in the toilet, ya whole team gettin flushed,
i heard they hate on me and kelly, you think that we give a ****?
I keep a meaner demeanor so niggas say i’m stuck up
But when I get up on that mic they bitches making a fuss
The moon is shining on you niggas whether morning or dusk
He asking me if I could hide the heater between the bust,
So best believe I had that heat in the tuck
You niggas is cucks
I bet up on your bitch I could ****
I’m causing a ruck-
Us the niggas you scared to buck. A dick you could suck
Think my goose is cooked, you better learn how to duck
Bless the beat for a feature fee that a pay off your rent
I run it up & get it back, it feel like no money spent
I’m bout to feast up on these rappers like I fasted for Lent
It feel like Easter round this bitch & all my peeps represent
Yeah, all my peoples present
I thank the Lord for all his blessings
Don’t take this 24 for granted, anyday of 7
I’m just praying all my dogs get into heaven
& every opp get deaded
I’ll make em bleed if needed, yeah I said it
bitch im the best to ever use an apollo twin,
cockin gens,
if we cant get to you we go pop ya twin, and drop ya friends,
plus a big fish and he stocked with FNs,
its time to go to work on opps again, and im clockin in
im after presidents,
niggas diss me, im not rap addressin it
im pullin right up to the rapper's residence,
the clap from the straps is resonant
collect the shells cant track the evidence,
old supreme hoodies and t shirts what i wrap the weapons in,
luca brasi, my crew and i be the rudest posse
the bullets hollow, the tool is stocky, my shooter proxy,
im off the drugs, im feelin like terrence, i chewed da roxy
leaf to da head, ima uzumaki,
ralph lauren underwear,
supreme bag, the gas and gun in there,
walk up in ya momma church and ash the blunt in there
Uhhh keep that
Bitch!