Lil Moonrock - Weird

They say I got five minutes for three dollar long islands
But, shawty over there giving me laser beams
Do I get the drink? Or do I see the vibe? Damn
Shit ain't sweet over here (ain't sweet)
The boys on my back like 'Mir (yeah)
Your girl in the front she weird (bow)
She wanna feel up on the beard (yeah)
If I ain't at the top I'm near (huh)
The class get taught, I'm Lear (damn)
Get rich, pass guap to the peer (pass guap)
Flash gun and the opps stay clear
The pap' get close, I said "what?" (said what)
They tryna get a quote, I'm crunk (yeah)
Reporter got back, it's a trunk (mmm mmm)
That shit look good, that's lunch (yeah)
You don't smoke gas them's runts (them's runts)
Didn't Snotty Boy say you a munch? (oh shit)
You lack? Pull you over, get jumped (yeah yeah)
Run that, and I'll only say it once (bow bow)
One gat, and the glove got bills (cash cash)
One pack, and I got it in a seal (oh yeah)
One tap, now she wanna get heels (uh uh)
One rap, and I'm living in the hills (bow bow)
Got checks and they all worth mills (worth bills)
Who that? It's the better of the Lil's (yeah yeah)
Moonrock still giving us the chills
Yeah thrills
Shit ain't sweet over here (ain't sweet)
The boys on my back like 'Mir (yeah)
Your girl in the front she weird (bow)
She wanna feel up on the beard (yeah)
If I ain't at the top I'm near (huh)
The class get taught, I'm Lear (damn)
Get rich, pass guap to the peer (pass guap)
Flash gun and the opps stay clear
Yeah, okay, this ain't no game, no Switch (no switch)
Go rat, then I'm writing up a hit (oh yeah)
Got deals I ain't even write a pitch (bow bow)
"Red flags" only hear that from a bitch, heard a A-list girl tryna give me a kiss (goddamn)
If you go chat on my name watch lip, then the boys come down you get popped like a zit
Ugh, yeah, check IG see the likes up (yeah)
I'm NFL pro when I'm mic'd up (huh)
Still slide in her shit though she wifed up (ooh)
Want more tell the shawty that I'll write her (bow)
Send hollows at her man call him Micah (yeah)
Saw his bro seen that shit take a hike bruh
He don't even wanna fight man
(You're now listening to)
(You're now, you're now listening to)
Shit ain't sweet over here (ain't sweet)
The boys on my back like 'Mir (yeah)
Your girl in the front she weird (bow)
She wanna feel up on the beard (yeah)
If I ain't at the top I'm near (huh)
The class get taught, I'm Lear (damn)
Get rich, pass guap to the peer (pass guap)
Flash gun and the opps stay clear

Written by:
Ian Reese, Jacob Zeiner, Maevis Beakon

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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