Aim For The Moon

Pop Smoke：
Yeah haha
Shoot for the stars
Woo
Aim for the moon
You ain't cool
I'm feelin' treeshy
'Til I say you cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh
Yeah yeah
I'm on Venus
Yeah yeah yeah
That's why I say woo
Yeah yeah are you dumb Look
Ooh
Pop Smoke/Quavo：
You don't know what you started I pop a Perc' go retarded
I got the drip it came straight from the faucet
Mr. Dior-Dior they know where it started yeah
Oh
She wanna Netflix and chill f**k off the pill
Go in the store shop at Dior
Oh
Come to my crib take all my shirts
Pop all my Percs and sleep in my drawers
You talkin' too much baby pour up a four
We both bust a nut now leave me alone
When we in Miami we stay at the Mondrian
Oh
We pull up then leave in the Cullinan
Welcome her to the party
The afterparty's afterparty then party again
Oh
Hundred b***hes hardly any men
Oh
In my room is where the party began
Then take a flight to Bora Bora it's time to catch a tan look
Woo
I said free up my n***as that's sentenced stuck up in the jail
Free all my n***as yeah
I could show you how to vibe but I can't be ya man
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh-huh
No no no yeah
Pop Smoke/Quavo：
Shoot for the stars
Shoot shoot shoot
Aim for the moon
For the moon
You ain't cool
You ain't cool
'Til I say you cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Skrrt-skrrt
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Skrrt-skrrt
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Skrrt-skrrt
Yeah yeah
Quavo：
Yeah Pop Smoke the woo
Pop
I play with the check and it's blue
Blue
We mobbin' and tyin' no shoe
Tie
You play with the group we gon' shoot
Shoot
He in Dior I'm in Prada
Prada
We rich we came from the bottom
Rich
I'm a Migo I feel like a doctor
Migo
Goin' surgical with the new chopper
Grrah
Five hundred thousand I'm in flex mode
Yeah
We got all the work we make your trap close
Trap
Gang havin' loyalty we ten toes
Ten
Nah nobody givin' up why would the gang fold
Yeah
We outside we totin' them bangers we not shootin' at strangers
We outside
Say what you wanna say long as it ain't us 'cause my n***as gon' hang ya
Grrah
Look at them young n***as goin' crazy-crazy man them n***as too dangerous
Crazy
We gonna make 'em famous the beautiful country got stars and bangers
Stars
Pop Smoke/Quavo：
Shoot for the stars aim for the moon
You ain't cool 'til I say you cool
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah