Blood Moon Lyrics by Mike WiLL Made-It is a New English song from the album “Michael” sung by popular artist Mike WiLL Made-It featuring Lil Uzi Vert. Lyrics of this song are written by Mike WiLL Made-It & Lil Uzi Vert and music produced by J. Cole.

Blood Moon Song Details
Singer : Mike WiLL Made-It, Lil Uzi Vert
Album : Michael
Lyrics : Mike WiLL Made-It, J. Cole, Lil Uzi Vert, Myles Harris
Music : J. Cole, Mike WiLL Made-It, Myles Harris
Label : Giant Music

Blood Moon Lyrics

Ahh
Oh my f**king God, oh my f**king God (OMFG)
Woah, woah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Ahh
Huh?, Lil Uzi
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah (Huh?)
Woah, woah (Huh?)
Woah, woah (Huh?) (Ahhh)
Woah, woah (Huh?)
Woah, woah (Huh? What? Huh?)

Stepped in this b*tch like a killer, stepped in this b*tch in all Margiela
Grip on my waist, got a damn caterpillar
Lil Uzi Vert higher then a damn pillar
White b*tch with me, I’m King Kong
She think that I am Godzilla (Godzilla)
Ring my doorbell, um ding dong
Psyche nah b*tch I live in a pent
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent (Huh? What?)
B*tch, inna pent
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pentagram, pentagram, star wit’ a circle, uh
B*tch thought I was just Urkel
Give me top just like a Nerd, purple
All of my weed, Runtz
F**kin’ on ya’ b*tch from the back, run (Huh, Woah)
Hеr ass so dumb
Feel like the Moon, I relatе to the sun

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah (Huh?)
Woah, woah (What?)
Woah, woah (Where am I?)
Woah, woah (Lets go!)

I’m a star at the top of the tree
Told the girl “leave”, like Christmas Eve
Speakin’ on trees, can’t fall, no leaves
Ni**as, they be salty than a cracker, Saltine
I was locked up, cigarette, no coughing
Free all my ni**as out the can, sardine
Ni**as, they be p*ssy, they be p*ssy, they be p*ssy they be p*ssy
I can hear your damn heartbeat
She said your d*** big for small feet
Pink diamond on my head, it’s a marquise
Pull up in a Rari like a Grand Marquis
At the Waldorf Astoria, no Marquis
Thirty-five thousand just for two damn teeth
We just hit a 2man, 2man deep
The way that she suck on the damn, um, D
Made the lil’ b*tch make her own damn beat, yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Hahahaha