Moon - Rondo lyrics

[Verse 1: Swaff] I ain't never seen no n***as do it better than my n***as Splitting swishers, pulling b**hes, stacking money to the ceiling Counting figures, writing scriptures, trying to k** to make a living They don't get it, that's our difference They don't see the bigger picture but me; I'm Tarantino behind the scene though I play the game to make the change like its a casino I'm in my lane until they know my name but that's just my ego I ware em' out and break a leg like I play under Pitino We at the Washington Park My n***as rolling to spark Yo b**hes is playing her part like she performed at the Regal It can't be legal how we do in here Full MOON the whole crew in here Blunts up, we bouta to fool in here Now gravity is mad at me cause I got pull in here [Verse 2: Chill the iLL] Okay on point like a decimal Money healthy like vegetables Hungry in this booth I tag it and bag it like its some lunchables Man I eat the p**y like cannibal Sm-smoking on that cannabis These hoes thinking I'm Rondo Th-Throw the p**y I will a**ist Tea-Bagging your girl dawg, would've thought that I'm drinking Brisk You think I'm talking sh** now? man guess what you more pissed Trying to raise a kid in Chicago (YEEAH) Sipping wine though (YEEAH) In a condo (YEEAH) Get a bad b**h in Carolina While I make my bread like DiGiorno My mama vacay in Lima I'm investing money in Ohio Smoking on Hakuna Matata, you lying if I ain't the Tang ho Take team work to make dream work Make real money you get fiend work Cincinnati down til' I die n***a, gotta get a "Nati by Nature" shirt (Break it Down!) Everyday I make that money. (YEEAH) b**hes just rubbing all on me. (YEEAH) I just really think its funny that my flow too sick so your nose is running. (YEEAH) You're listening to Washington Park where my n***as hoop for cheese and the blunts get sparked VIBE! [Bridge: Chill the iLL] We chilling at Washington Park Making that cheese and we get the blunts sparked yeaah Do it how we do it cause we going to the top I'ma act like I'm smoking I'ma pa** this sh** to Swaff oh [Verse 3: Swaff] Uh! New flow, same bros, new dress code Bad hoes, no clothes, baby lets go! Fat blunt and my team on the hunt while I eat what I want sh** I must be on d**h row What rec though? We hoop outdoor We puff indo let it blow out though Its only the beginning and the thought of making spinach got my team about to finish like a muf**ing outro.. But let me introduce you to The Mutha f**ing M.O.O.N