Ufo

Fly in my jet, don't mistake it for a UFO
She's trying to give me a head
While she's talking with her mouth all full
I reminisce when to sleep
I drive around with a Glock in my jeep
The cops ain't on me
Running marathons like I say "Meep"
Might go on tour, go across the seven seas
Won't stop rapping till I hit like Seventy
Bad bitch hit from the strip club
Hit it from the back now, private jet's on 10
You know I'm knocking on your door
She already had her bags at the door
It's a out of state tour
My music's bumping like a T-Rex roar
Climbing up the ranks in a Ford
We vibin' in a VEVO like a porn
LV on my sweats'
Dicking down your bitch til' her last breath
Never met the Fed's
You're still talking shit? Boy I ain't deaf

Rub red on my shirt
Boy, I'll put your ass on a shirt
Looking at my worth
My gang is tighter than a bitch that never gave birth
Never was the last, but I never finished anything first
Took it to a verse, boy I'm flying higher than a bird
We skating on the vert
Made it to the top from the dirt
Thought you never learned
Made my way up to the platform

This fame got me torn so much
Money keep on adding right up
She's looking at me like "what the fuck?"
We speaking on some magic shit
Most of your rappers never made a hit
Looking at me then you just left
I bet you wish you stayed when you slept
not in it for the fame, I'm in it for the craft