Moon lyrics

[Intro: Sancho Saucy]
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Get full off that gas, b*tch, 93 bags, full of that gas
Get full off that gas, b*tch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon
Get full off that gas, b*tch, 93 bags, then I go straight—

[Verse 1: Sancho Saucy]
Get full off that gas, b*tch, 93 bags, then I go straight to the moon
Got a bad lil' b*tch wanna eat my di*k, she like, "Sanchy, get a room"
Then I looked at the b*tch like, "Ho, you slick, what I look like, Bo-Bo the fool?"
I'm a motherf*ckin' pimp, I ain't payin' for sh*t, stupid b*tch better pay her dues
Got tools on tools like mechanics
And them 7.62s automatic
Got a whole gun store in the attic
Put a body on the pole like a dancer
Send a shooter through your roof like it's Santa
Bird gang sh*t, n*gga, red bandanas
Hit your b*tch with the hammer, just nail her
So many jewels, might knock Kimbella
Get your groove back, she feeling like Stella
Mexican b*tch got bricks, Griselda
But she'd rather break tricks, that's Elda
Big Bird, send hits, drop feathers
Make a n*gga body drop, my pleasure
b*tch eat my di*k with no hands, I'm a Tesla
Then I bodyslam the pus*y, I'm a wrestler, uh
Ride in the whip with the tool on
At school when I was lil' n*gga, guess what I do? Get head in the school zone
And everybody seen the b*tch give me head when the light was on red 'cause the motherf*ckin' roof gone
Kill a n*gga, put the motherf*ckin' noose on
And you ain't even gotta lace your boots on
Any n*gga try to fight, pus*y boy die tonight, this a motherf*ckin' shootin' zone
Ooh, I was gon' stop, but I keep goin'
I be at the studio while my ho hoein'
b*tch came back, froze one arm
Another b*tch came back, froze two arms
Got 'em lookin' like Sandra P, what is you on?
Two white b*tches on the futon
b*tches pay me, no coupon
Puerto Rican b*tches love me like I'm Big Pun
Bought the Maybach, I'm a big don
n*gga got sauce like Kim Son
So H-Town, call me Enron
n*gga cross me, that's an AND1
Take a n*gga soul like Shang Tsung
And I'm pimpin' on a b*tch, that's for sh*t sure
If it's smoke, then I'm lightin' up the Crisco
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, b*tch, disco
[Interlude: Sancho Saucy]
Okay, I'm done, f*ck it
Ahh

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Psych
Walk put swangers on a big bike
Poured a whole twelve in a lil' Sprite
Sung on a b*tch, McKnight
Called up Virgil, got my 'fit right
My shirt green, but it's Off-White
My car look like a house, right
Backseat long like a couch, right
Hurt a n*gga b*tch, made her ouch, right
Louis V bathrobe
I f*cked the b*tch with a Louis V mask on
My Louis V flag on
Her pus*y supreme, we get our collab on
I'm Drippy the Dragon
I drip out to Asia and show her my bag long
My b*tch on a cash phone
She take a few pictures and swipe up her apps on
Subscribe with your card on
She poppin' that ass and it gave you a hard-on
My Bentley is hard on
And you done paid for it via from your smartphone
I spit like a harpoon
When I'm on the track eatin' white shark, holmes
The f*ck you done drunk on?
You big on that liquor, get your ass shrunk, holmes
Ooh-wee