Embob lyrics

If they shootin' on the hill then I’m-a stay home 
Heard your boy was snitchin' on the payphone 
He calling the jakes, he f*ck with State Farm 
All these other b*tches were just made wrong 
You need some fire I got gas, just throw my tape on
I been in the business since day one 
I flipped a hundred packs, and I ain't ate one
Now I need a plate to cut my cake on 

Chorus x2
[b*tch I'm on the mothaf*ckin moon, oh boy 
You ain't hangin' with the f*ckin crew, oh boy]

I got J's and K's and L's like I'm the alphabet 
I trap out the townhouse, you should see this sh*t
I stay with the baby like I'm good with kids 
Now I'm cashin' out like I got poker chips 
I been in the drop 
We to the spot now
I just copped an ounce
That f*ckin’ Pacquiao
I’m a chop it down 
Pass all my baggies out
Oh you know the sound 
Only f*ckin’ with the loud 
Chorus x2
[b*tch I'm on the mothaf*ckin moon, oh boy 
You ain't hangin' with the f*ckin crew, oh boy]