(Yeah, haha) Shoot for the stars (Woo), aim for the moon
You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That's why I say woo)
Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (Ooh)
You don't know what you started, I pop a Perc', go retarded
I got the drip, it came straight from the faucet
Mr. Dior-Dior, they know where it started, yeah (Oh)
She wanna Netflix and chill, fuck off the pill
Go in the store, shop in Dior (Oh)
Come to my crib, take all my shirts
Pop all my Percs and sleep in my drawers
You talkin' too much, baby, pour up a four
We both bust a nut, now leave me alone
When we in Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (Oh)
We pull up to LIV in the Cullinan
Welcome her to the party
The afterparty's afterparty, then party again (Oh)
Hundred bitches, hardly any men (Oh)
In my room is where the party began
Then take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look (Woo)
I said free all my niggas that's sentenced, stuck up in the jail (Free all my niggas, yeah)
I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh-huh (No, no, yeah)
Shoot for the stars (Shoot, shoot, shoot)
Aim for the moon (For the moon)
You ain't cool (You ain't cool), 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt), yeah, yeah
Yeah, Pop Smoke the woo (Pop)
I play with the check and it's blue (Blue)
We mobbin' and tyin', no shoe (Tie)
You play with the group, we gon' shoot (Shoot)
He in Dior, I'm in Prada (Prada)
We rich, we came from the bottom (Rich)
I'm a Migo, I feel like a doctor (Migo)
Goin' surgical with the new chopper (Grrah)
Five hundred thousand, I'm in flex mode (Yeah)
We got all the work, we make your trap close (Trap)
Gang havin' loyalty, we ten toes (Ten)
Nah, nobody givin' up, why would the gang fold? (Yeah)
We outside, we totin' them bangers, we not shootin' at strangers (We outside)
Say what you wanna say, long as it ain't us 'cause my niggas gon' hang ya (Grrah)
Look at them young niggas goin' crazy-crazy, man, them niggas too dangerous (Crazy)
We gonna make 'em famous, the beautiful country got stars and bangers (Stars)
Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
You ain't cool 'til I say you cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
compositores: Andre Michael Loblack, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Daniel Delevto, Dylan Krell, Ebony Naomi Oshunrinde, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Sadiki Forbes, Tyrone Penman
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