Moon Roof

Yeah

Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up

This cuban chain feels like Antarctica

Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us

Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust

Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof

Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces

I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof

I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces

Half a ticket on designer splash

Glock 43 inside the stash

Pop the stizzy, hop out with it and sign an autograph

Times change I used to re and break apart a half

I never knew I'd need accountants to do all this math

Blanco Pop got me higher than my bills on the monthly

Ain't tryna' to buy the drink unless you

Crack the seal right in front me

Independent baller, sellin out these shows out the country

Suckers talkin down cuz they washed, 40 fold them like laundry

Feel like I'm microdosin

Scriptures in my raps, this my bible open

Wish I'd fall off all my rivals hopin

It hurts to see me on the upswing

Im hustling

Six figure deal conducting

The plush benz, omerta be the code it's a trust thing

I fell out with some relatives that don't relate to loyalty

Liquor in my body kill the pain, but it might poison me

I broke bread when they was starving, they got up and then avoided me

Now that it's sewed up like embroidery, they plottin on destroyin me

Yeah

Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up

This cuban chain feels like Antarctica

Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us

Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust

Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof

Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces

I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof

I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces

I'm in the kitchen tryna whip me up a gourmet pie

Fetanyl, the more they die, the more they buy

Soon as they lower the casket, the more they cry

That's the more they hurt, when they pour that dirt

Did you love him or what

Because when they cover him up

Ain't no bringing him back

Thats the meaning of that

Y'all, I was fuckin them bitches and y'all was slingin' them packs

Y'all was loading them clips, and y'all was cleaning them gats

We was doing it big

They was doing it small

They was wearing the same shit

We would ruin the mall

They would catch a couple events

We was doing it all

We was conquering land

We was moving the soil

Everything solid, big bags monthly

Gripped up crazy, even out the country

100% goon-proof

Now I'm in the back of the Bach

Blowin smoke up out the

Moonroof

Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up

This cuban chain feels like Antarctica

Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us

Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust

Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof

Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces

I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof

I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces