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Gunna - To The Moon Us Radio Version Lyrics

[Intro: Sam Tompkins]
Sit by myself
Talking to the moon

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]
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 (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Hah, yeah (Yeah), huh
I feel like I need my city (My city)
They want me to move (They want me to move)
But I can't leave my city (Nah)
Huh (Huh), if he not with me then he not with me (Uh)
Charities (Charities), gift bags (Gift bags)
Evеrything's given, I feed my city (Yeah, look, uh)
Whole city tryin', thеy need my pity (Uh)
He can't talk if she not litty (Uh)
Don't ask me how I treat my bitties (Uh)
I don't spill tea, I keep my innies, ha (Uh, uh)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm on the move again (I'm on the move again)
And I'm with some hooligans
I did some things that I probably'll do again (Yeah)
I lost some friends that I probably'll lose again
And his name is Fivi, you probably could Google him
He wanna take you to go on the moon with him
He wanna teach you how to get in tune with him
That boy a demon (That boy a demon), huh (Baow)
Nobody can shoot with him
He got the baddies wishin' it was two of him
I bet the whole city gonna root for him (Root for him)
[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]
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 (Tryna get to you)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's gon' turn up
Smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up
Reflection of 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 girdle
My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no squares in my circle

[Chorus: Jnr Choi with Gunna & Sam Tompkins]
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 (Tryna get to you)
[Verse 3: Jnr Choi]
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 [?]
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 forty for the fee
Might just cop a bando by the sea
I spend another month in LA
Just a fucked a French bitch from the bay
And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yey

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins]
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 (Tryna get to you)