[Intro: lonemoon]
Watch yourself, homie
Here I am in this scene, talking this shit. Here we go
[Verse 1: lonemoon]
I’mma pull up on a hoe like hello
I can make a shawty shake it up like Bella
Rap like thorn but the beats be mellow
Call me lonemoon, you can call me on the telephone
I can switch it up and make a better tone
Bad bitch smooth, like a ice cream cone
Outta this world like a Twilight Zone
Shawty on point like a metronome
Like damn
She got a brain too
Mind of her own, shawty make the right moves like
God, oh god she's fine
Everybody tryna get up on her line like
Whoo
Oh my, oh my
Look at them rings, lil shawty be fly like
Whoo
She be lookin at the sky
Take a couple seconds let me know how you grind like
Oooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ahh, no no no no…
Hey, damn, you nice, you talk to me with those eyes
Need to see you up and in person cuz god damn, your twitter is fire
100 likes 100 retweets
Bae, you don't even know why
You won't listen when I tell you, you should let a homie just try
Aye, say what?
I'm literate with it
You been on a small scale I’mma triple a digit
Ain’t tell a tall tale you been fiddling with it
Speeding up so fast I’mma penalty ticket
I’m like, ah! Hideh!
I’m a penalty ticket, speeding up so fast
God damn
[Bridge: lonemoon]
It’s a robbery, a first degree robbery
It’s a robbery, a first degree robbery
It’s a robbery, a first degree robbery
It’s a robbery, a first degree robbery
(Bitch)
[Verse 2:]
Ungh! Homies talking shit (That’s right)
I been on they bitch (Okay)
They think I'm playing tricks
Cuz all my twitter fingers lit (Fingers lit!)
But
I'm dancing in the Ritz (That’s right)
You ain't me, no one is
And if you're praying that I'm weak, God ain't gon’ answer shit
No ego, confidence (Confidence roar)
You will not talk to me (No, whoo!
Unless you got ten thousand bands up in your poetry (Yea, fetty!)
E-D-M to R-A-P
My luck is clover leaf (Bah, bah!)
L-O-N-E the moon is something that you’ll never see
Fuck yeah, it's me
I stepped up on the scene
She thought that she would put me down with all her boundaries (Fuck ‘em)
And she's like OMG
She vibin’ with my poetry
She know on God, on God, my flow is sweet
You crazy!
LM like whoo!
Ayye!
That’s how you fucking spit