FIGHT THE MOONLIGHT!

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JAKEB

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(Carnival Gang on the track)
Keep it tight when I'm picking up six guns
Hundred likes up on the story when I get the pics done
I ain't do it for the fun, I'm just doing it for the fix
Come to love it, keep it packing, see the shine up on your lips, ay
Blushing red, what you said is not enough
Caught up in my bed spread, now you try to go play it tough
Shawty playing hard to get, bitches say they like it rough
Anotha med, I'm feeling funny, addin to it with a puff
Carny couple of steps ahead, up in philly where its sunny
I be trippin it, rippin it, tearing the beat up, I put my feet up
Better go back it up a couple feet, I'm finna go throw my hands out
Gun it to the bank and they be watching me getting my bands out
Yuh, lit a blick, and we catch you getting run down
Thinking that you can match it, hit a lick or put the blinds down
Yuh, in a fit, getting a suit onto the steed
Always repping that you know me, stepping foot into the greed
Head in, sweating, hot pursuit, I'm hitting triplet digit speeds
When we step into the booth that's when a hit is guaranteed, yuh
Fight, spin, drinking it up and throw it back now
Party, hit a milli, night is ended with a blackout
Try, i'll win, gonna go run into ya sad place
F*ck it, i'll go, throw a chilling down your back, ay
No face, always lookin up what you diss, yuh
Put you in your place, and now you're cookin up a miss, yuh
I don't wanna pick up, I just wanna give up
Comin' down to fate, yuh, I don't wanna live, yuh
Yuh, gotta wait (yuh)
Kicking you out the crib ay
Out the gate (yuh)
(It's gonna get to your heart)
I be tuckin' in the person that you're calling baby
Falling, heart is throbbing, maybe you're the one
Went from slippin' her my number, now we listen to some 80s
I've been running, bands I'm robbing, thinkin' daily that we're done
Bag of magazines, I'm plotting, click and the cockin' of the gun
Got my squad in limousines, I'm thinking I'm droppin' it with a shawty
Light the blunt, takin' it back, to the way it used to be
I cut a deal, pocket hunnids, twinkling toein' on my feet
The fit is fronting, glowing, stunning, throwin' it back in to the beat
Can't keep on knowin' that you keep runnin' from me, showin' that you know nothing
Only brag, out of trust, y'all unlucky little fucks
Got a feelin' in my hand, it's where the lightning prolly struck
Didn't want it, so I took it, now you're lookin at my bands
Get the rifle, get to ducking, better meet with my demands, ay
Kinda funny, silly, thinkin' you can hide
Always poppin' all the pillies but you say don't wanna die
How you bad at every skill, sweetie lookin kinda yummy
When I pull up with the killa, quick in countin' in the money
Got a band, and another band
Drownin' in the rubber like damn
Drop a bar, got me feelin' like a star
Lookin deep into the eyes to get to know of who you are
Think you need a helping hand, cuz you ain't gettin' very far
Think it's time for me to part my way, my start has begun
Little bitch, now we runnin' into battle
Really wishin' I could see ya, hope you're safe while on ya travels
Why the f*ck you always speaking, I don't wanna hear the babble
You a snakin' little bitch, when you're around I hear the rattle
Feel the ripple of the bat, how you think you got the grapple
When I'm takin it back, and I'm loose up in the shawty that is tatted
Motherfucker wanna cop it, gotta go stop it, roll and drop it
Squadron takin' off in the rocket, never gon' stop we always poppin
Pinchin' what you can for pennies, enemy, friend of me letting me down
What the f*ck you tryna tell me, box of plenty, twenty rounds
On a holiday, celebrate, bitches I can't tolerate
Every day, too late, thinkin' we gotta separate
All day, two ways, feelings that you elevate
Fall away, true fate, treatin' my new bae
Shinin' in the moonlight
Bitch you thinkin' you can fight it
Now your face is turnin' blue
You stutter up when asked to cite it
Underwater, what I taught her
I'm not takin' up on the offer
Hoping you hear the shit I'm writing
See me bookin' it with the Prada
Imma shoot em up with the hollow
All these bitches can't resist
Got a larger pill to swallow
Imma do what you insist
You beaten, causin' treason, I don't need a fuckin' reason
When I saw you in the party's when I met up with my demons
Slowly drifting out to sea, tryna run up on my region
Sayin' please, one more, stay sweet, what for, yuh
In the Maserati, hear the revvin' of the motor
Little late for crawlin' back, I got another and we closer (yuh)

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