M.O.B Kryptic & M.O.B Jimmy - StarTrip!¡

Yeee Uh-huh
We are the Goats!!
Oh my God Jimmy
Feeling free speeding in cars
Underneath the moonlight and stars
This fake hoes that shit get bizarre
Yee Uh-huh
(Fuh fuh fuh fuh)
We living too fast we getting the bag we came here the last (Kryptic)
Being broke ain't for me
Having no money was just apart of my past (On God)
These niggas are fake they see through glass
I like bad bitches with titties and ass
Foot on the metal we pushed to the max
Niggas gon know that Young Jimmy and Kryptic the goats (We are the goats)
We switch up the flow my nigga we doing the most (Doing the most)
My shooters on go we gon empty the clip on your dome
We going to mars just know that we going too far now we chilling right up in the stars (On God)
Feeling free speeding in cars (In cars)
Underneath the moonlight and stars (The stars)
This Fake Hoes this shit get bizarre (Bizarre)
Yee Uh-huh
Lemme tell you about this girl she was rocking chanelly pearls
She had me lucid dreaming, had me like Juice Wrld (999)
Lemme tell you this bitch I was fucking she got on her knees started sucking
I put dick to her dome and gave that bitch a concussion (No way)
I clapped the cheeks like its percussion
20 bands on Moncleezy it's nothing (Nah)
Don't talk to me unless its the bands we discussing (No no no no)
Pockets fatter to get a reduction (Too fat)
Bring em out i call that induction
These niggas hate that's why they bringing this destruction
So they ask me how i feel
Feeling free speeding in cars (In cars)
Underneath the moonlight and stars (The stars)
This van code this shit get bizarre (Bizarre)
Yee Uh-huh
Niggas gon know that Young Jimmy and Kryptic the goats
Niggas still sleeping we getting them woke
So many bitches we keeping it low
Forever moving we up on the road
Watch how we switch up the floww (A Flowwww)
Dropping bands in our city you know we put on a showw (A showww)
We switch up the flow my nigga we doing the most (Doing the most)
Oh yee double R I'm going ghost
I'm way too fire
My bread turn to toast
Got these bitches dripping 7 seas I'm on the coast
Oh yeyeye
200 on the dashboard it's a fast car like NASCAR
Spent 300 on an AP so i walk around with a blaster
Shii I ain't even mean to blast her
Spent 400 on a ghost bout to go casper
500 bands half a mill
600 times I took the pill
700 bullets better get a shield
812 super fast way too real
900M's thats when imma chill
Band for band nigga tell me how it feels

Written by:
Kamogelo Gwangwa, Emmanuel Gyimah

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