MARS

Ay, yeah, yeah
Let's go straight to mars, to the stars
Come aboard, we sipping 4's
Mane the coup is ours, you ain't gettin' far
Shooting bullets threw your car, threw your car
Yeah look, spin your block like tetris,
Blow her back, your like what was that?
Shoot a bullet at your wave cap
Bitch your all cap, fucking wack
Yeah, fuck her bet she'll be crying back
All these people turnin' they backs, fucking wack
Yeah, 100 racks have yeah bitch relaxed on this dick, bro your not shit
That lil' hoe she spits, told her be quick
Money on my schedule, flipping bricks, rippin' shit
Yeah, i'm a gangster, totin' a AK
So hey, whatcha say?
Ay, running from the jakes, keeping a k
Outta my way, running from the jakes
Outta my way, always gotta keep a K
(keep a K keep a fucking K, ay)

Yeah, let's go straight to mars, to the stars
Come aboard, we sipping 4's
Man the coup is ours, you ain't gettin' far
Shooting bullets threw your car, threw your car
Yeah look, always been 100
Maybe a fucking legend,
All you pussy's putting shit in your captions you ain't shit,
You a bitch, let's be legit
Back to shit, yeah
At the crib, gun by my hip
Now bitch wanna kiss, no gimme spit
Little lick,
Phone keeps blowing, who said i'm boring?
And i'm making hits your not doing shit,
And i've got all the drip so just quit
Bitch, and they playing all my shit
That little bitch just wanna hit,
She think i'm special and legit, but she not it, just some bitch, ay
VV on me, ice burgs, change the weather
My bitch just keeps getting wetter, for the cheddar,
Homie, i swear i'm on a whole different level,
I've got bitches writing me letters, it don't matter, yeah
Spin your block like tetris, blow her back
Your like what was that?,
Shoot a bullet at your wave cap, bitch you're all cap
Fucking wack, yeah
Fuck her bet she'll be crying back,
All these people turnin' they backs, fucking wack
(fucking wack)



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Writer(s): Eric Reinke
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