EHardy - Up 2 The Moon Lyrics

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Up to the Moon
Up to the Moon
Moon, Moon
Moon, Moon
Moon, Moon
Ooh
Up to the Moon
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I'm-I'm up to the moon (Aye)
Pourin' up the Duss'
Drink a liter
In the club gettin' faded
We geeked up
This the type of shit to make me forget what she does (Oh, No)
Tesla move like a spaceship
Everybody havin' motion on gang shit
Rollie Pollie have you think that it's rainin' (Ice, Ice)
Everyday be a win when you go up in the rankings
It's always the same shit
This that ragin'-This that ragin' generation (Woo, Woo)
Let's go to the moon
I smell the fumes
Let's go to the moon
Let's go to the moon
This-this that moon landing
This them diamonds dancing
I rock in the trap house
I rock out the mansion
Up to the moon
We up to the moon
We up the moon
We up to the moon
It's so hot
I can't even sleep
My diamonds they cold
I'm rockin' the mink
I pass on the normies
And f*ck on the freaks
This 8th in my Fanta turn me to a beast
Bury me in Louis and I'll be at peace
Claim she ain't f*ckin'
But there's nut all on her sheets
I been dancin' like I'm at the Met Gala ball
Smoke weed like a mothaf*ckin' salad, dawg
Too bad I left that
Askin' that boy "Where yo bread at?"
He don't even really know where his head at
Hit that bitch so good that bed crack
Everybody got a Tennis chain
Because I brought that ice in the game
And they also gon' copy my slang
Call me Simon, they do what I say
It's hard when you up to the moon
Dirty money, I got dust in the room
Have a hard time trustin' you
Even when it's just us in the room
Kole went and iced out my chain
"There will never be another you"
You ain't never felt my pain (Ice, Ice)
I seen what you do with another dude
Dealin' with me
How you know that shit fancy
Opps are outside
But you with me, don't panic (Straight up)
I hit it right
Make that bit eat a Plan B
MJ
Moonwalk
Moon landing
I know
Dior head to toe
Yeah, there ain't a damn thing
That the gang don't know
Bad bitch, bad attitude
The same thing, yo
Head so good
Her brain on go
Got a cup and a blunt, crossfaded hoe (Woo)
Mac McClung, I'm gonna break the goal
It's by a thread that you hangin' on (It's Up, It's stuck)
Volume up, we smokin' louder
Vanilla Coke, that's that white girl powder
Spent the weekend in Austin, Texas
Damn, that pussy got that power
In the Lamb, I'm driving reckless
You can't tell my miles per hour
Hate on y'all so much
Think he breathless
I ain't never care much for no doubter
No coward
I got her wet in the shower
Give vibes of the minimum wage
Had to bust that bitch down by the hour
It's too bad
That I be
Moon landing, moonwalking
Hit a pretty bitch with the smooth talkin'
On ya head like a new toboggan
Oh-Oh-Ooh
We up to the moon
We up to the moon
It's lit
Moon walking, moon landing (Ahh, Ahhh, Ahh)