Go To The Moon

It ain’t time to go
You trying to leave us?

[Verse 1: DC2Trill, Fye]
Known top shotta, really about my dollar
How this bitch say she got FOMO? I left for a hour
N***a want the beef, we can push the problems
Push around town with my choppa
I ain’t book her flight, ‘cuz she got hella mileage
What’s up in my bag I could get indicted
Head hunter, real numbers
How I like ‘em, bad bitches, nothing other
Back in the day, I was trapping with a brother
24/7, know we got this bitch jumping

(“Fye, you went crazy on this bitch”)

[Chorus]
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
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Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to thе moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
[Verse 2]
High Delta status, gеtting money, pouring up ass n***a
We was broke, meant to get to bag, I got mine quicker
I guess he go by less, formerly known as richer
He ain’t getting money, I’m disowning n***as
Can’t write a song about n***as
Put the chrome on—(Blrraaat!)
This shit so overdue, might repo it
Pop me a double g, refocus
This ain’t the double g [?]
Turn off the lights, I’m shining still
I look like I signed 3 deals
Put little brother in the box, he look like a Happy Meal (Pussy)
I flooded my ears, I flooded my glasses, I flooded my bitches too
You fucked up your face card, why would you front your move?
I’m with one Italian broad, it’s finna turn to two
You know what I do

[Chorus]
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Go to the moon