Ufo

Butterfly doors with the hoes in the coupe, woah
Looking like UFO in the coupe, woah
Homie gone touch my 4's and I shoot, pop
Leave em all dead, when I shoot, mop
Barrel getting all red in the booth, all head when I shoot
Leave em all dropped
Bread comin in all day nonstop
Racks comin in my way, on top
Top of the game, I got on lock
Gimme da brain, don't want no talk
Pull up in a range, Imma leave in a drop
Haters talking lame, Imma leave em in the dust
Glizzy on my hip, Ion even needa bust
Pretty lil bitch, Ion even wanna fuck

Bouta do some damage, give you brain damage
Damn, it's a mansion, I really want a mansion
With the baddest bitch dancin
Rock designer fashion
Louie V bags, and lambos no cappin
Remember I was trappin
I'm in the booth rappin, yuh
I'm in the booth rappin, yuh

Got these racks on me
Got these wraps on me
Like an athlete
Hold up
Lambo with the door up
Hadda switch my flow up
Just to watch me blow up
Lambo with the door up
Run this shit, no hold ups

Hold ups, hold up
Gimme yo shit, it's a hold up
I shit, you not no pull ups
Yo bitch, call me, I pull up
I pull up in UFO
I pull up in UFO



Credits
Writer(s): Ruben Campuzano
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