[Lyric] New Moon (Mo Dene)

LATE NIGHT CONVOS

SPEAK TO THE MOON

IM ON MY GRIND

DONT CARE BOUT YOU

BITCHES THEY TALK THEY PICKIN N CHOSE

BRO IN THE BACK OF THE RIDE WIT THE BROOM

I GOT THE WHITE SAME COLOR AS MY TOOTH

STEP IN THE BOOTH ALL I SPEAK IS THE TRUTH

IM ON YOUR BLOCK RUDE BOY ON WHO

DISHIN OUT SMOKE BRO PASS that TWOS

SPEAKIN TO MYSELF, TRYNA GET THAT YUTE
IM OUTTA TOWN STILL SERVE IN THE POB

ONLY THE MONEY THE SHIT THAT I LUV

IM ON MY GRIND

SHIT GET TUFF

I COULDN’T CARE

CAME OUT THE MUD

FEET ON THE FLOOR

FOOT ON THE CLUTCH

NIGGAS DEY KNO

I GOT LUCK

BITCHES THEY TALK

I JUST GO WALK

UGH X2
CHECK IT

GRINDIN
,
MENACE

24S

SEVEN

TALKIN THAT SHIT crud REGRET IT

GIVE ME THE DROP THEN I GET IT

I SAID IT I MEANT I SAID IT

HES IS A FAKE MAN I READ IT

JUDGE HE TRY GIVE ME A SENTENCE

DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT THE LAW

I GOT BOTH FEET ON THE FLOOR

SHE WANT SOME CHRISTIAN DIOR
DONT FUCK WITCHU CAUSE YOUR POOR

I GET THS MONEY A LOT

BROSKI STILL SCRAPIN THE POT

IF I TELL YOU THE SHIT THAT I SAW