THE MARTIANS (with Syntax)
35 seconds, 35 seconds
20 seconds, 20 seconds
Long time coming
Long way, long road
Ten more seconds, ten more seconds
Huge road, honest
Four, four lanes
Long ass intro
You guys won't even believe what it took for us to get here
Nah nah
You just appreciate the journey
I'm back from a minute
Don't see cash any different
Always gotta run it up
Clucking heads for my chicken
Got yo' bitch in the cut
From my cup, she be sippin'
Don't give no fucks
Drop the top, where's the ceiling?
Doing laps 'round your block
When we find you, go missing
Buddy knows that's what happen when you do all the dissing
We smoke out the ounce while you stuck smoking midgets
220 on the dash, bitch I don't know my limits
Back it, pack it
Zip the hoe up
Toss it in the trunk of Caddy or the truck
Whippin', movin'
Crew going stupid
Really in the mood to pack you out
You losin'
Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick
Had hella options but your hoe had to choose dick
Shit's complicated but this ain't no rubix
Laid out the blueprint, they copied the rubric
Still they gon' wonder how the fuck we do it
I gamble my life like I'm not scared to lose it
Go pack up your shit like a trip on a cruise ship
That bitch drooling for me like she got some loose lips
Play her like acoustic
Fly her like I'm toothless
Golden like a goose egg
Knock him out, then duces
My crew known to do shit
You play by the rules, bitch
If I say sum then you know I'm goin' through with it
I'm tired of all of this
Pick her brain apart, psychologist
I ain't got no Rollie, just the Omnitrix
So they stop and watch to see what's on my wrist
I been confident, just a cocky bitch
Stomp his face in the sand like an ostrich
Drag his ass to the top and throw him off the bridge
Just like Stan but I'm the one to off the bitch
Two bottles down, now I'm off my shit
We been on your block
Glocks and rocket ships
And now we off to the moon, she in mars and shit
She in space but ain't hang with stars like this
(I'm in the UFO! how do I park this bitch?)
We pull up to where the motherfucking Martians live
We stole their alien hoes so now they prolly pissed
They came out with big boys, they five foot six
But in Martian society that's very big
Most definitely the tallest they'll ever get
They tried to walk away but we running fists
Call me conductor, I'm running shit
You a gum on my shoe
Sum stuck to my boot
Get punched in the tooth
One punch and we're through
One dub then you lose
Can't fuck with a loser
Making hits and you baking snoozers
Fake ass bitch, why you making rumors?
Crew neck T, 'cause I'm that much cooler
Dirty hoes, I hate them
And you, sir, are a place holder for my boogers
Take the good and mix it with the gooder
Way she staring, you would think I knew her
Take in the data like a computer
Too hurt to be dealing with a new girl but I'm trying
Im so defiant
I am
Blah blah blah, I'm tired
Wait is that the end of the song?
Yeah, I think I'll just transition it to the next track
I don't really know
20 seconds, 20 seconds
Long time coming
Long way, long road
Ten more seconds, ten more seconds
Huge road, honest
Four, four lanes
Long ass intro
You guys won't even believe what it took for us to get here
Nah nah
You just appreciate the journey
I'm back from a minute
Don't see cash any different
Always gotta run it up
Clucking heads for my chicken
Got yo' bitch in the cut
From my cup, she be sippin'
Don't give no fucks
Drop the top, where's the ceiling?
Doing laps 'round your block
When we find you, go missing
Buddy knows that's what happen when you do all the dissing
We smoke out the ounce while you stuck smoking midgets
220 on the dash, bitch I don't know my limits
Back it, pack it
Zip the hoe up
Toss it in the trunk of Caddy or the truck
Whippin', movin'
Crew going stupid
Really in the mood to pack you out
You losin'
Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick
Had hella options but your hoe had to choose dick
Shit's complicated but this ain't no rubix
Laid out the blueprint, they copied the rubric
Still they gon' wonder how the fuck we do it
I gamble my life like I'm not scared to lose it
Go pack up your shit like a trip on a cruise ship
That bitch drooling for me like she got some loose lips
Play her like acoustic
Fly her like I'm toothless
Golden like a goose egg
Knock him out, then duces
My crew known to do shit
You play by the rules, bitch
If I say sum then you know I'm goin' through with it
I'm tired of all of this
Pick her brain apart, psychologist
I ain't got no Rollie, just the Omnitrix
So they stop and watch to see what's on my wrist
I been confident, just a cocky bitch
Stomp his face in the sand like an ostrich
Drag his ass to the top and throw him off the bridge
Just like Stan but I'm the one to off the bitch
Two bottles down, now I'm off my shit
We been on your block
Glocks and rocket ships
And now we off to the moon, she in mars and shit
She in space but ain't hang with stars like this
(I'm in the UFO! how do I park this bitch?)
We pull up to where the motherfucking Martians live
We stole their alien hoes so now they prolly pissed
They came out with big boys, they five foot six
But in Martian society that's very big
Most definitely the tallest they'll ever get
They tried to walk away but we running fists
Call me conductor, I'm running shit
You a gum on my shoe
Sum stuck to my boot
Get punched in the tooth
One punch and we're through
One dub then you lose
Can't fuck with a loser
Making hits and you baking snoozers
Fake ass bitch, why you making rumors?
Crew neck T, 'cause I'm that much cooler
Dirty hoes, I hate them
And you, sir, are a place holder for my boogers
Take the good and mix it with the gooder
Way she staring, you would think I knew her
Take in the data like a computer
Too hurt to be dealing with a new girl but I'm trying
Im so defiant
I am
Blah blah blah, I'm tired
Wait is that the end of the song?
Yeah, I think I'll just transition it to the next track
I don't really know
Credits
Writer(s): Stanley Scollard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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