Liftoff

I hit the pussy with precision
I'm killing niggas with rhythm
Your wifey got real submissive
She's just another addition
Condition cognition to know my position is my ism
In other words, watch and listen
Them snakes around, keep your distance
I saw an opp breathing, living
My trigger finger was itching
His funeral, them dracos lit it
My niggas fucking relentless
We riding out quick the second I hit up their fucking digits
We smooth with it, I bet 70 years from now he still missing
I wilding, I'm going ignorant
Fucking 808 mortician
In Detroit, we buying pistols and shooting them like the pistons
I pissed them off when pulled up in that Panamera privileged
My watch is gold, wrist is pissing
Diamonds make you lose your vision
I'm a living menace
Chain is heavier than thicker women
I still love them, I still hit it from the back and make it jiggle
I ain't kidding, bring that ass here little bitch 'cause I ain't finished
Don't make me take off my belt, beat your ass like you pappy didn't
I'm a dog
Fuck around, get dropped
Fuck around, get jarred in you fucking jaw
While I fuck your broad
Fuck it I'm your daddy, I fucked your mom
And I made her com
I'm electronic, a robot
These sounds from Mars
I'm in the tropics, just smoking exotics in my boxers
I started touching, she looked at me like "don't get me started"
I roll up on her, I'm looking at her like "what's the problem"
I'm walking all over this beat, I mean this shit is polished
Bitch I'm Tha_Martian, I don't play no games
Want to see the bread 'fore I do anything
Petty thing, I'll make 20k today anyway
Buy some Bape, wear that shit on stage, never seen again
I got J's, I don't wear the same for like 50 days
I'm a make this bitch get a new pussy
I walk like I'm the shit, sorry if I get a little pushy
I'm hopping on the beat and turn that shit into a boogie
You can't speak my language, you can't understand me fully
I'm pretty sure none of y'all do it like me
I'm pretty sure non of y'all making this heat
Bitch don't get me started I'll wreck everyone
I don't give a fuck
Yeah, fucked them up
Liftoff on the runtz
Bitch I got the plug

And I'm back again
Back to killing shit
Bitch I'm going in
I'm here to win
Here to represent
317 shit
I would fuck your bitch, but shit, I don't know where that pussy's been
Off the gin, commit another sin
I ain't heaven bent
You're smoking mids
We get dummy lit
We the opposite
Stop it bitch
All that barking shit
Where the pistol is
On your snap, it ain't doing shit
Bought it for the pics
Oh my god, Oh my god, what's gotten into me
I'm going off
I heard he looking for a nigga, I was never lost
This nigga talking out his neck but it was always talk
He trying so hard to be tough but he was always soft
That's just your nature, you can't change it man
Just walk it off
And here's a bandage for your pride, I know I hit it hard
See you could buy out Kit Kat and never touch these bars
I mean just listening, you hear how far behind you are
I'll make it hella fucking hard to see another Mars
Little Jojo ended up a rapper, man that's so Bizarre
I mean I'm aiming for the moon and turned into a star
I mean I put them in the ceiling of my Wraith car
I'm out here making millis, nigga
That's my day job
And honestly I can't remember my last day off
You talking shit and moving nickels out the K-Mart
I'm talking shit inside a 'rari, candy paint job
We throw gang signs, we bang mob
Talk too much, now his place robbed
That's what happens when you play cop
Pussy ass nigga
Fake Gucci, you ain't hot
Fake nigga like a spray tan
You a lame nigga, you can't walk