Moon Roof

Yeah
 Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up
 This cuban chain feels like Antarctica
 Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us
 Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust
 Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof
 Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces
 I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof
 I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces
 Half a ticket on designer splash
 Glock 43 inside the stash
 Pop the stizzy, hop out with it and sign an autograph
 Times change I used to re and break apart a half
 I never knew I'd need accountants to do all this math
 Blanco Pop got me higher than my bills on the monthly
 Ain't tryna' to buy the drink unless you
 Crack the seal right in front me
 Independent baller, sellin out these shows out the country
 Suckers talkin down cuz they washed, 40 fold them like laundry
 Feel like I'm microdosin
 Scriptures in my raps, this my bible open
 Wish I'd fall off all my rivals hopin
 It hurts to see me on the upswing
 Im hustling
 Six figure deal conducting
 The plush benz, omerta be the code it's a trust thing
 I fell out with some relatives that don't relate to loyalty
 Liquor in my body kill the pain, but it might poison me
 I broke bread when they was starving, they got up and then avoided me
 Now that it's sewed up like embroidery, they plottin on destroyin me
 Yeah
 Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up
 This cuban chain feels like Antarctica
 Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us
 Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust
 Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof
 Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces
 I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof
 I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces
 I'm in the kitchen tryna whip me up a gourmet pie
 Fetanyl, the more they die, the more they buy
 Soon as they lower the casket, the more they cry
 That's the more they hurt, when they pour that dirt
 Did you love him or what
 Because when they cover him up
 Ain't no bringing him back
 Thats the meaning of that
 Y'all, I was fuckin them bitches and y'all was slingin' them packs
 Y'all was loading them clips, and y'all was cleaning them gats
 We was doing it big
 They was doing it small
 They was wearing the same shit
 We would ruin the mall
 They would catch a couple events
 We was doing it all
 We was conquering land
 We was moving the soil
 Everything solid, big bags monthly
 Gripped up crazy, even out the country
 100% goon-proof
 Now I'm in the back of the Bach
 Blowin smoke up out the
 Moonroof
 Pop the stizzy turn the foreign up
 This cuban chain feels like Antarctica
 Costra Nostra in my veins we got the mob with us
 Big blue hunnits in my pockets say in god we trust
 Blowin' the smoke up out the moonroof
 Hundred thousand for the stones bustin all of my pieces
 I'm blowin smoke up out the moonroof
 I told em catch the opposition leave em resting in pieces