Moonlight
147CalBoy Lyrics
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Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track
And I hang with the mob, ahaha
You know I'm with the mob
Bitch, we criminal smooth
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
Ayy
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
And I know all these niggas lames and these bitches food, they be changin'
I know niggas think it's sweet, nigga, we can link, get it bangin'
If I blow, let these bullets burn, chopper sing like it's Usher Raymond
And I roll with some real killers and some real drillers and they dangerous
Tweakin', we make it, we famous
All this money got 'em upset, ayy, hundred niggas want me dead, ayy
It's Fendi my mask, ayy, run up on me, you get whacked
Yeah, I roll with the warriors, we run through the city
Yeah, we finna slide and we finna slide, ain't leavin' no witness
Yeah, ayy, bro in the kitchen, he whippin' up Whitney
I got some money, you don't know the feelin'
Ayy, thirty on me, make a fuck nigga get back
Yeah, get back, yeah, hop in the foreign and bring back
And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
The lyrics to 147CalBoy's "Moonlight" depict the life of someone who is involved in criminal activities and is part of a gang, aka "the mob." The opening lines, "Ah, bitch, we criminal smooth / Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track / And I hang with the mob, ahaha / You know I'm with the mob," establish this fact right off the bat. The singer then goes on to talk about how they are always working to earn money, targeting a drug reference, "Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga." They also mention how they know they can't trust anyone, including their romantic interest, "Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?" They stress the importance of being cautious and smart about their actions, "Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do."
The following lines continue to touch on their criminal lifestyle, mentioning how they always carry weapons, "We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight," and how they aren't afraid to use them, "Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em." They also seem to revel in their infamy, "All this money got 'em upset, ayy, hundred niggas want me dead, ayy." The theme of mixing love and crime resurfaces, this time with the tone being one of regret and pain, "Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings."
Overall, "Moonlight" gives insight into the world of gang violence and the danger that comes with that lifestyle. It highlights the importance of trust and the consequences of betrayal, and stresses the importance of being cautious and smart about one's actions.
Line by Line Meaning
Ah, bitch, we criminal smooth
We have a smooth criminal operation, don't mess with us
Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track
The song features production from Yung Lan
And I hang with the mob, ahaha
I am part of a gang and we run the streets
You know I'm with the mob
I am affiliated with a group of criminals
Bitch, we criminal smooth
We operate smoothly in our illegal activities
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
I spend a lot of money on drugs
And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
We've been hustling for money for a long time
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
I trusted you with my emotions, can you be honest with me?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
You need to be careful of how you act around us, we're dangerous
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
Our enemies are aware of our tactics, so we need to be even more careful
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
We still have weapons on us and we're ruthless, especially at night
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
If anyone crosses us, we won't hesitate to take them out
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
I work hard in the drug trade, but my emotions are numb
I know all these niggas lames and these bitches food, they be changin'
I know that my enemies are weak and my female acquaintances are only after my money
I know niggas think it's sweet, nigga, we can link, get it bangin'
Some people think we're harmless, but we can bring violence if needed
If I blow, let these bullets burn, chopper sing like it's Usher Raymond
If I start shooting, my gun will make noise like a Usher song
And I roll with some real killers and some real drillers and they dangerous
My crew consists of dangerous and skilled criminals
Tweakin', we make it, we famous
We thrive on causing chaos and making a name for ourselves
All this money got 'em upset, ayy, hundred niggas want me dead, ayy
My wealth has attracted a lot of enemies who want me killed
It's Fendi my mask, ayy, run up on me, you get whacked
I wear a Fendi mask to conceal my identity and if someone tries to attack me, they will be killed
Yeah, I roll with the warriors, we run through the city
I run with my gang and we dominate the city
We finna slide and we finna slide, ain't leavin' no witness
We're about to commit a crime and we won't leave any witnesses
Ayy, bro in the kitchen, he whippin' up Whitney
One of my associates is cooking drugs in the kitchen
I got some money, you don't know the feelin'
I have a lot of money and you can't relate to the feeling
Ayy, thirty on me, make a fuck nigga get back
I have a gun and if someone tries to mess with me, they will back off
Yeah, get back, yeah, hop in the foreign and bring back
I'm telling someone to get in their luxury car and come back with something
And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
We've been hustling for money for a long time
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
I trusted you with my emotions, can you be honest with me?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
You need to be careful of how you act around us, we're dangerous
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
Our enemies are aware of our tactics, so we need to be even more careful
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
We still have weapons on us and we're ruthless, especially at night
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
If anyone crosses us, we won't hesitate to take them out
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
I work hard in the drug trade, but my emotions are numb
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Calvin Woods
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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