Aim For The Moon (Explicit)

Aim For The Moon (Explicit) - Pop Smoke/Quavo

Lyrics by：Andre Loblack/Sadiki Forbes/Bashar Jackson/Quavious Marshall

Composed by：Dez Wright/Andre Loblack/Ebony Oshunrinde/Sadiki Forbes/Daniel Deleyto/Tyrone Penman/Bashar Jackson/Quavious Marshall

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