U.F.O.

Bitch I'm a bubblehead German Coupe
Fuck The Feds, left my hometown with $1 now I double bread
Yeast I don't need it stretching money like elastic
Haters looking sideways avoiding contact with
My eyes no Medusa though, stones i produce it slow
Water weight is tricky plus ya game is translucent woo
Put you on Ramadan, comma every strip you on
Nigger thats a pause though everybody getting on
Ya gualla coat tail as if it's the light rail
I'm flipping that fish scale and switching my bitch Yeah
Check the weather in the wind blowing paper to the left
Exotic falling from the West stronger strain bigger check
Every answer on the test is predetermined by the math
Divide Portions with Precision dig scale on every Gram
No assailants I'm the Man parasailing in a foreign Pond
Spilling all my pain on this track Like I'm pouring wrong
Souring at a altitude that's lower than a satellite
But far enough away from naked Vision nigga catch a flight
Baby boy Im fat as fuck, calories are adding up
Cuz my family eating good fish scale battered up
Past the corn bread and lamb spread pussy buttered up
Fuck the other side enemies are pressed to fuck with us
Get your money talk the snub, no emotion leave them plugged
Bleeding in the alley with they eyes open calling God
Bitches on that bullshit hopping out your boys whip
Squeeze and bang bang lights out call The Florist
This is where I breathe at Nigga you a Tourist
Poetry in motion mixed with poison so my vortex
Will leave you in a disarray, pasta in my kitchen bring
Paper like delivering, Twisted Visions get you straight
Your plug been a has been no time to commiserate
Pull a freight train to the bank I'm a get you straight



Credits
Writer(s): Ratchet Rush
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