Up to the Moon (feat. HRX LIL RIXK3Y)
Fearless J
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It's Fearless J and Hunnid Racks we killing every beat I knock that ball out the park you cannot even see it I'm fucking on this baddie and you know that I'ma skeet it I'm in that supercar and you know that I'ma speed it I'm a fucking elitist Only hang with elitists You know we always be on that elite shit Hunnid racks no racks in my pocket Hundred racks in my pocket ain't no stopping We keep going up Something like a rocket ship Go straight up to the moon Don't give a f*ck about nobody else because I know what they do Most of the folks be snakes I cut the grass I gotta keep that rake F*ck around get hit up with that Drac that dirty K, hey I been outside chillin with my bae I ain't got no time for nobody else I said what I'ma say F*ck nigga want smoke on God we blow his hat don't play today We on business counting guala nigga get the f*ck out my face, yeah I been on that bullshit Derrick Rose Twenty five Gotta keep that fire with me, yeah Glock nine Want smoke on God we popping tires Don't play with me you'll die tonight We'll hide your body they cannot find it Look at my eyes I am not lying Play stupid games win stupid prizes I advise you do not try me I go crazy I go primal But my shit will be on vinyl I'm a legend like I'm Lionel Messi shit will get messy if you test me That's on my fucking testes that you'll never fucking best me We're all going apeshit there is no time for resting Shawty gonna f*ck me but she'll never be my bestie Switching out her organs like I'm from the fucking left wing Take her to the spot and show her how a nigga live I got M's in my bank account can't wait to touch the M's I'ma give that back to my Momma for the times that I spinned I broke her heart so many times but I can't do that again I came up from the bottom counting dollars loving these bands You can't f*ck with me unless you got a business at hand We got motion ain't no problem we won't live out the sand I got this shit in my hand I might just pop the can Big business only that's been me since a stroller Balling Michael Jordan because I'm a high roller They gonna adore me while I'm rolling by my lonely Paint a perfect picture always fucking tell a story Even once I achieve the fame and all the glory I'ma remember all the people that done hold me Down in the hard times never mind the ones that folded on me Don't give a f*ck about nobody else because I know that they're capping They put shit on their name but I don't even got no fucking static I know it's dollars back to back so I keep fucking stacking Like what you said I barely hear you cause this music blasting Yeah yeah swerve around I swerve around in traffic I smash the gas don't f*ck with twelve cause I know that cause havoc I came from nothing count these dollars I know what is happening I know it's time to go up grow up gotta make it happen
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Written by: Andrew Lee, Jake Santa Cruz
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