Datrix - go to the moon Lyrics

(Yeah, okay Daniel)
Uh, uh, (Mm, nah, turn that up)
Uh (YOUNG MADZ, grrah, grrah)
I've been keepin' my stick like a pool
If I catch 'em in traffic- let it loose
Light an opp nigga right in my spruce
If you talk on the net, I'ma flock out the deuce (Uh, grrah)
Niggas weird, they be actin' like fools (Uh)
I'ma run up on him, drop 'em off like I'm Bruce (Like what?)
And you said you was smokin' my crew (Yeah)
Now you tryna cop pleas, nigga, there ain't no truce (F*ck no)
Niggas copy, I-I'm original
Trap hit the play through the digital (Grrah)
I'm posted up on the block and that's typical (I'm posted)
Shiesty on me, got me lookin' real mystical (Yeah)
Hang with robbers and them criminals
N-N-Niggas be cap, they be fictional (Uh-huh)
I made an opp nigga run like a physical
Leavin' his ass on the floor, leave him critical (Like what?)
I'm at the point when I pull out the knocker, flock 'em (Uh, uh, uh)
Niggas gon' make him forgotten
Put the stick to his head, to his māthā, pop 'em
Brains on the floor, call it pasta (Put the stick)
How many shots are we poppin'? Lotta (Grrah)
I'm seein' red like a lobster (Grrah)
W-We get the addy, we drop 'em, got 'em
We send that boy to the doctor (We get the addy)
I-I-I'm pullin' up with a whole lotta shots in the Glock
Niggas know that I'm offering pain (What the f*ck)
I-I-I ain't no motherf*ckin' scientist
When it be comin' to opps, I want brain (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I know these niggas be goofy as hell, they ain't puttin' in work
They ain't puttin' in stains (F*ck no)
My niggas standin' on business
They pull up on you through the storm, the snow, or the rain
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Big knock, I'ma up it and-
Big knock, I'ma up it and boom
Go to the moon
Go to the moon
Big knock, I'ma up it and-
Big knock, I'ma up it and boom
I've been keepin' my stick like a pool
If I catch 'em in traffic- let it loose
Light an opp nigga right in my spruce
If you talk on the net, I'ma flock out the deuce (Uh, grrah)
Niggas weird, they be actin' like fools (Uh)
I'ma run up on him, drop 'em off like I'm Bruce (Like what?)
And you said you was smokin' my crew (Yeah)
Now you tryna cop pleas, nigga, there ain't no truce (F*ck no)
Niggas copy, I-I'm original
Trap hit the play through the digital (Grrah)
I'm posted up on the block and that's typical (I'm posted)
Shiesty on me, got me lookin' real mystical (Yeah)
Hang with robbers and them criminals
N-N-Niggas be cap, they be fictional (Uh-huh)
I made an opp nigga run like a physical
Leavin' his ass on the floor, leave him critical (Like what?)