Michael Jackson
Moon walk-in on the sky
We straight taxing
Pour a bag out da window
Music blastin
Calabasas for the weekend
Wit a bad bitch
I'm to fried getting fly
Michael Jackson

Do or die
Moon walk-in
Kick the sky
He ain't moving right
So move em to the side
Oh he ont hit it right
Leave a pussy nigga tight
Getting fried we takin flight
She like Miley on the pipe
Nd like Riley movin white
Addicted to that cocoa
She cut it wit the soda
Late nights to early mornins
Shawty want that birkens
Bet she murder for that bag
It's like curtains
Fuck ya hoe
She put her pussy on the dash
Watch me role up while I’m switching out the jag
They gone try post up while I’m running wit the bag
Smelling like some doja fresh up out the sack
Got it like that
Never fuckin up a check

Moon walk-in on the sky
We straight taxing
Pour a bag out da window
Music blastin
Calabasas for the weekend
Wit a bad bitch
I'm to fried getting fly
Michael Jackson

I’m to fly
Getting fried
Double time
All the time
I’m just fuckin on that shawty
She so fine
It’s a crime
I’m like whoa
Hold up
Whatchu tryna do
We just goin up
Shawty stay fuckin on the crew
She just one of those
Hold up
She run it up
Roll up
She pack it up
Post up
She got the stuff
Toke up
She gotta run
I’ve been going up and down
She just bounce in up Nd down
I just beat it out place
She ain’t talking
Not a sound

Moon walk-in on the sky
We straight taxing
Pour a bag out da window
Music blastin
Calabasas for the weekend
Wit a bad bitch
I'm to fried getting fly
Michael Jackson