E.T

I keet up professional
Not from here im extraterrestrial
Cant talk much these boys be federal
Try so hard jus to get on my level
Cant get on my level
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
No I do not wait on miracles
Foot on pedal
I love to dope pedal
Bitch I love to dope pedal

Big opps bury them go get the shovel
Burberry horns when I dance with the devil
Fill em with Led Zeppelin thats the metal
No I wont settle
No I wont settle
Pop him like corn thats the kettle
Oh he's a jolly good fellow
She got a surgery now its like Jello
Im like Kurt Angel I want the gold medal
I make her hit a falsetto
She want a ring that bitch like Carmelo
Run it up get out the ghetto
Run it up get out the motherfucking ghetto
Better better better
Got my bread up now they fed up
Better better better
Got my bread up now they fed up

I keet up professional
Not from here im extraterrestrial
Cant talk much these boys be federal
Try so hard jus to get on my level
Cant get on my level
Just left Cali Im smoking medical
No I do not wait on miracles
Foot on pedal
I love to dope pedal
Bitch I love to dope pedal



Credits
Writer(s): Mykquel Mccoy
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