TO THE MOON (feat. Fivio Foreign, Russ Millions & Sam Tompkins) - Drill Remix

Sit by myself
 Talking to the moon
 Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
 Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
 Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 (Tryna get to you)
 Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 (Doo-doo-doo-doo) yeah (tryna get to you)
 Hah, yeah (yeah), huh
 I feel like I need my city (my city)
 They want me to move (they want me to move)
 But I can't leave my city (nah)
 Huh, if he not with me then he not with me (uh)
 Charities, gift bags
 Everything's given, I feed my city
 Whole city tryin', they need my pity (uh)
 He can't talk if she not litty (uh)
 Don't ask me how I treat my bitties (nah)
 I don't spill tea, I keep my innies (nah)
 Yeah, I'm on the move again (I'm on the move again)
 And I'm with some hooligans
 I did some things that I probably'll do again (yeah)
 I lost some friends that I probably'll lose again
 His name is Fivi, you probably could Google him
 He wanna take you to go on the moon with him
 He wanna teach you how to get in tune with him
 That boy a demon (that boy a demon), huh
 Nobody can shoot with him
 He got the baddies wishin' it was two of him
 I bet the whole city gonna root for him (root for him)
 Block with a Tina Turner
 Lock that rave off, party pooper (lock that)
 Nowadays, I can't even speak my mind
 'Cah they might try blackball me like snooker (no cap)
 Pull up with a ting, gon' turn up (huh)
 And turn this whole place upside down (uh-huh)
 Gyal from West, baddie from East
 And I got a leng one outta town (leng ones)
 Is it 'cause I got racks in my pocket? (Yes)
 Is it 'cause I made maximum profit? (Uh-huh)
 Shoppin', cop it, spot it, drop it (Drop that)
 Celebrate wins and learn from losses (uh-huh)
 Came from the jungle, now, we young bosses
 I told her to come roll with a goon (come roll with a goon)
 I took his girl and then gave her back, now I'm off to the moon
 Yeah, yeah
 Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
 Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
 Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 (Tryna get to you)
 Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Yeah (tryna get to you)
 Fill up the ride with burners
 Touch one of mine, say nothin', it's curtains (fill 'em up)
 Need a big MAC, no burger
 Back then, I was up front like Werner (bullet)
 Talkin' smack, you better stand on that
 Gang pull up, crash and leave a paigon flat (Shatai)
 Baddest bitch, I got hands on that
 She love me bad, but she knows that I'm tied
 Pull her hair when I hit from the back (feet)
 Pull it up when you hear this track (pull)
 Gang pullin' up, and we're airin' that
 I can't call the truce, I'm not hearin' that 'cah (Woi)
 Friends turned enemies, 'course that's jealousy
 Should've took a M when man were tellin' me
 None of them boy can fuck with my energy
 Russ got the game in a pedigree
 I'm who they call to kill on a track
 Swervo, I been had a mill' with no plaques
 Every day totin' the steel, but it's black
 Live in L.A., but I chill in the 'Raq
 Why you drink liquor, no juice, like that?
 Why you just pull up in a coupe like that?
 'Cause I make a lot of cake, how you doin'? Like that
 You don't do it like this, you gotta do it like that
 I be playin' with racks, drum on the neck, got me playin' it back
 You don't want smoke, I be playin' with gats
 Boy, I get so much cash
 Only time I get mad, when I'm payin' my tax
 You don't know how I feel, shit really lit
 You don't know how I live
 Keep on the ski, you don't know who I is
 And beats like these be easy to me 'cause we invented drill
 Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
 Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
 Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 (Tryna get to you)
 Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
 Yeah (tryna get to you)
 Tryna get to