Black Moon lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Artillery in this
Let a n*gga try me
Yeah, ok Artillery
Gang

[Chorus]
Either I'm gettin' hot or this b*tch gettin' cold
This a brand new whip, whip that b*tch through the snow
This a Phantom, lil bro though he seen him a ghost
How the f*ck I'm the that n*gga and I'm headin' [?]
Rick Owen my feet, had to stay on my toes
Hit that b*tch from the side, Lil Frosty, bang bros
I ain't trippin' 'bout a b*tch, got a fat bankroll
Got her sippin' on mud, now this b*tch move slow
AR still jammed, so this b*tch can't blow
Take two big Glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
Really like stunna, had to get in that mode
AR still jammed, so this b*tch can't blow
Take two big Glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
I'm the king of the city, camе to the east coast, gang

[Verse]
Big stick on that b*tch like an Elеphant nose
Now the opps like, "Damn, where the f*ck that n*gga go?"
Got the Henny in my lap and I'm smokin' on dro
I ain't trippin' 'bout a b*tch while I'm out on the road
Two-hundred, just a clip out the muh'f*ckin' fro
And I got long dreads, so that b*tch gon' show
I'ma shake em for the opps, middle finger to the folks
Boom, boom, boom, boom, who the f*ck at my door?
Artillery got the Glock, he gon' let out the smoke
Had to bless your trap, I'm your muh'f*ckin' pope
I'm too muh'f*ckin' sick, I'm too muh'f*ckin' gross
In that brand new McLaren, I did not mean to boast
f*ck your homies in the pen, better not drop the soap
I ain't goin' nowhere, know they hate that the most
I'm too rich, I'm the muh'f*ckin'- muh'f*ckin' GOAT
[?], know you love that smoke
[?] boy, your ass a joke
Heard you're lastin' in this sh*t, you ain't even come close
Say you [?] my sh*t, boy, you smokin' on dope
[?] my sh*t, got his ass on the ropes
Jeff Hardy your b*tch, break her back out, woah
I'm so motherf*ckin' lit, only talkin' in quotes
Brand new sh-
[Chorus]
Either I'm gettin' hot or this b*tch gettin' cold
This a brand new whip, whip that b*tch through the snow
This a Phantom, lil bro though he seen him a ghost
How the f*ck I'm the that n*gga and I'm headin' [?]
Rick Owen my feet, had to stay on my toes
Hit that b*tch from the side, Lil Frosty, bang bros
I ain't trippin' 'bout a b*tch, got a fat bankroll
Got her sippin' on mud, now this b*tch move slow
AR still jammed, so this b*tch can't blow
Take two big Glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
Really like stunna, had to get in that mode
AR still jammed, so this b*tch can't blow
Take two big Glocks, had to keep that hoe closed
Boom, boom, three shots, now the whole case closed
I'm the king of the city, came to the east coast, gang