Moon Roof

Yeah

Pop the stizzy, turn the foreign up

This cuban chain feel 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 'cause 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, I'm 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, it's nasty

Yeah

Pop the stizzy, turn the foreign up

This cuban chain feel 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? 'Cause when they cover him up

There ain't bringing him back, that's the meaning of that

Y'all 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, yeah

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 feel 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