To The Moon (Gunna Remix)

Sit by myself
Talking to the moon

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)

Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's gon' turn up
I smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up
Real flesh on me, I bought her the brand-new Rover
I get in that jeans, wet water like Pepsi-Cola

Ah-ah, I got an old cougar
Fine brown, give me that brown sugar
Thom Browne, drip in your town, hold up
Gunna got now, we make the world turn up

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Cashmere turtle, yeah, I finna her get her
My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)

Huh, fly to France, and we can spend time in the Louvre, magical time with you
Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to Corse, part of the side on my boots
I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods, I fuck my bitches in twos
I got plan on my line, how the fuck can I lose? If I won't come out my shoes

Jacket Moncler, in my town I'm pushin' that P
I'm out, send 40 for the fee, might just cop a bando by the sea
I spend another month in L.A., just a fucked a French bitch from the bay
And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yee

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (doo-doo-doo-doo)
Yeah, yeah (tryna get to you)

(Tryna get to you)
(Tryna get to)