LoneMoon - Robbery (1st Degree) lyrics

[Intro: lonemoon] Watch yourself, homie Here I am in this scene, talking this sh**. Here we go [Verse 1: lonemoon] I'mma pull up on a hoe like hello I can make a shawty shake it up like Bella Rap like thorn but the beats be mellow Call me lonemoon, you can call me on the telephone I can switch it up and make a better tone Bad b**h smooth, like a ice cream cone Outta this world like a Twilight Zone Shawty on point like a metronome Like damn She got a brain too Mind of her own, shawty make the right moves like God, oh god she's fine Everybody tryna get up on her line like Whoo Oh my, oh my Look at them rings, lil shawty be fly like Whoo She be lookin at the sky Take a couple seconds let me know how you grind like Oooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah Ahh, no no no no… Hey, damn, you nice, you talk to me with those eyes Need to see you up and in person cuz god damn, your twitter is fire 100 likes 100 retweets Bae, you don't even know why You won't listen when I tell you, you should let a homie just try Aye, say what? I'm literate with it You been on a small scale I'mma triple a digit Ain't tell a tall tale you been fiddling with it Speeding up so fast I'mma penalty ticket I'm like, ah! Hideh! I'm a penalty ticket, speeding up so fast God damn [Bridge: lonemoon] It's a robbery, a first degree robbery It's a robbery, a first degree robbery It's a robbery, a first degree robbery It's a robbery, a first degree robbery (b**h) [Verse 2:] Ungh! Homies talking sh** (That's right) I been on they b**h (Okay) They think I'm playing tricks Cuz all my twitter fingers lit (Fingers lit!) But I'm dancing in the Ritz (That's right) You ain't me, no one is And if you're praying that I'm weak, God ain't gon' answer sh** No ego, confidence (Confidence roar) You will not talk to me (No, whoo! Unless you got ten thousand bands up in your poetry (Yea, fetty!) E-D-M to R-A-P My luck is clover leaf (Bah, bah!) L-O-N-E the moon is something that you'll never see f** yeah, it's me I stepped up on the scene She thought that she would put me down with all her boundaries (f** ‘em) And she's like OMG She vibin' with my poetry She know on God, on God, my flow is sweet You crazy! LM like whoo! Ayye! That's how you f**ing spit