JNR Choi – On The Moon (Drill remix) (ft. G Herbo, Fivio Foreign, Russ Millions & M24O) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Following the Gunna remix, JNR Choi premieres the music video for the drill remix for the song, “On The Moon”, now featuring G Herbo, Fivio Foreign, Russ Millions & M24O. The track was produced by Parked Up. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Jnr Choi On The Moon (drill Remix)

JNR Choi – On The Moon (drill remix) (ft. G Herbo, Fivio Foreign, Russ Millions & M24O) (prod. Parked Up)

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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, if he not with me then he not with me (Uh)
Charities (Charities), gift bags (Gift bags)
Everything’s given, I feed my city
Whole city tryin’, they need my pity (Uh)
He can’t talk if she not litty (Uh)
Don’t ask me how I treat my bitties (Nah)
I don’t spill tea, I keep my innies (Nah)
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
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
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)

[Verse 2: M24]
Block with a Tina Turner
Lock that rave off, party pooper (Lock that)
Nowadays, I can’t even speak my mind
‘Cah they might try blackball me like snooker (No cap)
Pull up with a ting, gon’ turn up (Huh)
And turn this whole place upside down (Uh-huh)
Gyal from West, baddie from East
And I got a leng one outta town (Leng ones)
Is it ’cause I got racks in my pocket? (Yes)
Is it ’cause I made maximum profit? (Uh-huh)
Shoppin’, cop it, spot it, drop it (Drop that)
Celebrate wins and learn from losses (Uh-huh)
Came from the jungle, now, we young bosses
I told her to come roll with a goon (Come roll with a goon)
I took his girl and then gave her back, now I’m off to the moon
Yeah, yeah

[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 3: Russ Millions]
Fill up the ride with burners
Touch one of mine, say nothin’, it’s curtains (Fill ’em up)
Need a big MAC, no burger
Back then, I was up front like Werner (Bullet)
Talkin’ smack, you better stand on that
Gang pull up, crash and leave a paigon flat (Shatai)
Baddest bitch, I got hands on that
She love me bad, but she knows that I’m tied
Pull her hair when I hit from the back (Feet)
Pull it up when you hear this track (Pull)
Gang pullin’ up, and we’re airin’ that
I can’t call the truce, I’m not hearin’ that ‘cah (Woi)
Friends turned enemies, ‘course that’s jealousy
Should’ve took a M when man were tellin’ me
None of them boy can fuck with my energy
Russ got the game in a pedigree

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
I’m who they call to kill on a track
Swervo, I been had a mill’ with no plaques
Everyday totin’ the steel, but it’s black
Live in LA, but I chill in the ‘Raq
Why you drink liquor, no juice, like that?
Why you just pull up in a coupe like that?
‘Cause I make a lot of cake, how you doin’? Like that
You don’t do it like this, you gotta do it like that
I be playin’ with racks, drum on the neck, got me playin’ it back
You don’t want smoke, I be playin’ with gats
Boy, I get so much cash
Only time I get mad, when I’m payin’ my tax
You don’t know how I feel, shit really lit
You don’t know how I live
Keep on the ski, you don’t know who I is
And beats like these be easy to me ’cause we invented drill

[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)

[Outro: Sam Tompkins]
Tryna get to you
Tryna get to