Aim For The Moon (Feat. Quavo)

Yeah, haha Shoot for the stars Woo, aim for the moon You ain't cool I'm feelin' treeshy, 'til I say you woo 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 Verse 1: 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, fuck off the pill Go in the store, shop in 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 to LIV in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party The afterparty's afterparty, then party again Oh Hundred bitches, 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 all my niggas that's sentenced, stuck up in the jail Free all my niggas, yeah I could show you how to vibe, but I can't be ya man Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-huh No, no, yeah Chorus: 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 Verse 2: 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 Ooh 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 niggas gon' hang ya Grrah Look at them young niggas goin' crazy-crazy, man, them niggas too dangerous Crazy We gonna make 'em famous, the beautiful country got stars and bangers Stars Chorus: Pop Smoke, 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