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Official video for Pop Smoke “Aim For The Moon” available now: Subscribe to Pop Smoke’s channel: New Merch: Follow Pop Smoke: Director: Oliver Cannon EP: Harrison Corwin Grant Curatola DP: Ben Carey Editor: Graham Patterson Lyrics: [Intro: Pop Smoke] Yeah, haha Shoot for the stars, aim (Woo) for the moon You ain't cool (I'm feelin' treeshy), 'til I say you cool Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (I'm on Venus) Yeah, yeah, yeah ( Yeah, yeah, are you dumb? Look (Ooh) Verse 1: 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 at 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 at Miami, we stay at the Mondrian (Oh) We pull up to Liv in the Cullinan Welcome her to the party, the after party’s after party (Oh) Then party again A hundred bitches, hardly any men (Oh) In my room is where the party begin Let's take a flight to Bora Bora, it's time to catch a tan, look It’s still free all my niggas that's sittin’ there stuck up in the jam (Free all my niggas, yeah) I could show you how to vibe but I can't be ya man, yeah, uh No, no, no, yeah 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' then tyin', no shoot (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 (Grrra) 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? (Yeah) 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 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 with 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 #PopSmoke #SFTSAFTM #AimForTheMoon Music video by Pop Smoke performing Aim For The Moon. Victor Victor Worldwide; © 2020 Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc. & Victor Victor Worldwide
