Moonwalkers

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    Gunner, Gunner

    Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
    Pockets full of what?
    Hella quarters, like I'm 'bout to feed the meter
    Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
    We ain't even parkin'
    We just spark it and fly frequent
    Up in the sky, Jesus
    Gave me high fives, Peter
    Pan full of yams
    Trees lit like Christmas Eve
    I'm so facetious, so indecent
    Fuck the world and leave it speechless
    Rock that jacket with the cheetah
    Look like Elvis with these sequins, I'm sayin'

    Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
    Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
    Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
    Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

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    Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
    Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
    Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
    Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
    What you call it when you feel like you're on the moon talkin'?
    Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin'
    Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods, I don't care who's watchin'
    EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant

    Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
    Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
    Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
    Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

    Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
    I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
    Tank full, goin' to the moon
    I can see the snakes in the grass
    You could never ever get us, ayy
    It's a Tommy Hilfiger day
    Ain't nobody realer than us
    Ain't nobody triller than us
    Ayy, Birdman hands on 'em (brrr)
    Hermes smell on him
    Bitch you know we comin' out the van
    Shout out to the fans
    Early Monday mornin', haha
    I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin'
    Where you goin'? Space station, engine roarin' (woah)
    Gettin' face in the foreign (yeah)
    Sex tape like it's porn
    Space game with the Martians
    I don't ever do the norm

    Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit
    Champagne supernova type shit
    Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

    Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
    Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
    Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
    Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
    Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
    Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
    Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
    Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

    Song details

    Composition: Machine Gun Kelly, Dubo, and Rich Lil

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