♪ Sit by myself, talking to the moon ♪ (Rap beat begins) ♪ Teh, pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah, ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Teh, huh, huh, pull up
the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, pull up
the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Yeah, huh, I feel like I need my city ♪ ♪ They want me to move ♪
♪ Want me to move ♪ ♪ But I can't leave my city ♪
♪ Nah ♪ ♪ Huh ♪
♪ Huh ♪ ♪ If he not with me, he not with me ♪ ♪ Charities ♪
♪ charities ♪ ♪ Gift bags ♪
♪ Gift bags ♪ ♪ Everything's given, I feed my city ♪ ♪ Whole city trying, they need my pity ♪ ♪ He can't talk if she not litty ♪ ♪ Don't ask me how I treat my bitties ♪ ♪ I don't spill tea, I keep my innies ♪ ♪ Uh ♪
♪ Uh ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ I'm on the move again ♪
♪ I'm on the move again ♪ ♪ And I'm with some hooligans ♪ ♪ I did some things that I
probably would do again ♪ ♪ I lost some friends that I
probably would lose again ♪ ♪ And his name was Fivi, you
probably can Google him ♪ ♪ He wanna take you to
go on the moon with him ♪ ♪ He wanna teach you how
to get in tune with him ♪ ♪ That boy a demon ♪
♪ That boy a demon ♪ ♪ Huh ♪
♪ Bow ♪ ♪ Nobody can shoot with him ♪ ♪ He got the baddies
wishing it was two of him ♪ ♪ I bet the whole city
gonna root for him ♪ ♪ Root for him ♪ ♪ Pull up with a Tina Tuner ♪ ♪ Lock that rave off, party pooper ♪ ♪ Lock that ♪ ♪ Nowadays, I can't even speak my mind ♪ ♪ 'Cause they might try
blackball me like snooker ♪ ♪ No cap ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ And turn this whole place upside down ♪ ♪ Girl from West, baddie from East ♪ ♪ And I got a leng one out of town ♪ ♪ Leng one ♪ ♪ Is it 'cause I've got
racks in my pocket? ♪ ♪ Yes ♪ ♪ It is 'cause I make maximum profit? ♪ ♪ Shopping, cop it, spot it, drop it ♪ ♪ Celebrate wins and learn from losses ♪ ♪ Came from the jungle,
now we young bosses ♪ ♪ I told her come roll with a goon ♪ ♪ I took his girl and
then gave her back, ♪ ♪ Now I'm of to the moon ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Teh, pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, ha, pull up
the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Tryna get to you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Fill up the ride with burners ♪ ♪ Touch one of mine, say
nothing, it's curtains ♪ ♪ Need a Big Mac, no burger ♪ ♪ Back then, I was up front like Werner ♪ ♪ Talking smack, you
better stand on that ♪ ♪ Gang pull up, crash
and leave a paigon flat ♪ ♪ Baddest bitch, I got hands on that ♪ ♪ She love me bad, but
she knows that I'm tied ♪ ♪ Pull her hair when I hit from the back ♪ ♪ Pull it up when you hear this track ♪ ♪ Gang pulling up, and we're airing that ♪ ♪ I can't call the truce,
I'm not hearing that 'cause ♪ ♪ Friends turned enemies,
'course that's jealousy ♪ ♪ Should've took a M when
man were telling me ♪ ♪ None of them boy can fuck with energy ♪ ♪ Russ got the game in a pedigree ♪ ♪ I'm who they call to kill on a track ♪ ♪ Struggle, I been had a
mill' with no plaques ♪ ♪ Everyday toting the
steel, but it's black ♪ ♪ Live in L.A., but I chill in the 'Raq ♪ ♪ Why you drink liquor,
no juice, like that? ♪ ♪ Why you just pull up
in the coupe like that? ♪ ♪ 'Cause I made a lot of cake,
how you doing? Like that ♪ ♪ You don't do it like this,
you gotta do it like that ♪ ♪ I be playing with racks ♪ ♪ drum on the neck, got
me playing it back ♪ ♪ You don't want smoke,
I be playing with gats ♪ ♪ Boy, I get so much cash ♪ ♪ Only time I get mad,
when I'm paying my tax ♪ ♪ You don't know how I feel ♪ ♪ Shit really lit ♪
♪ You don't know how I live ♪ ♪ Keep on the ski, you
don't know who I is ♪ ♪ And beats like these be easy to me ♪ ♪ 'Cause we invented drill ♪ ♪ Teh, pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, ha, pull up
the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Tryna get to you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Pull up the ting, gonna turn up ♪ ♪ Teh, ha, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Tryna get to you ♪ (Rap music fades)
(Somber music continues) ♪ Tryna get to you ♪ ♪ Tryna get... ♪
