ahhhhhhh

Blk alien
Pew!
Whoop
Rah
Give it to you like ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
BITCH

Blk Alien
On ya head top spitting righteous rhetoric
Mosh Mother, I'm the queen on the mosh pit
Y'all be on some other shit, that's not my business
You long winded keep it short, keep it abridged
I don't got time, don't like to politic
Put my foot in the game, leave my imprint
Bitch

Shoutout to the alternaniggas
Oh yes
We not for everybody, off kilter
Stay fresh
Y'all be copying, can't be me
Stay blessed
Used to bully us
Make that shit make sense
Now we taking over
Yeah I'm bout to show ya
Open wide so I can blow ya

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Feeding bitches
And we birthing niggas
And

Ah Ah Ah Ah

He wanna be my man
I said my wish, your command

Ah Ah Ah Ah

A student to the game
Yeah, I got the upper hand

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Alienation Records, yeah
Soon you'll understand

Ah Ah Ah

If all the little raindrops
Were lemon drops and gumdrops
Oh what a rain that would be

Standing outside with your mouth open wide
Blat dat dat dat dat dat dat dat dat dat
Pop you in the mouth, ima hit you with that gat
I gotta spaceship and that shit about to blast

Lift off, lift off, we bout to lift off
But first, take this chill pill, bitch say ahhhh
Open wide, catch in ya mouth
Y'all will do anything for a little clout
Wrap it up, RIP now you in a shroud
That's what you get for being dumb, stupid and loud
It's a tragedy, Oh no
Doing the most, yeah you hella bold
Wait, here come the guitar solo
Bitch here we go

Da da da da da da
Open your mouth bitch, say ahhh
Mediocre your whole life
Abundance is at it's most high
I make mistakes
But I still try
Bitches getting married, then tomorrow with another guy
I be feeling blue, but I gon' (shine)
Like a cat I got 9 lives
Was not ok
Now I'm doing mighty (fine)
Where the hoes at
I'm looking for the (dimes)
Killer dude, summertime
We out (side)

Stand your ground, bitch I suppose
I make mine all on my own
Bitch I'm hella grown
Having existential crisis on Isle 4
I'm just trying to get some bread for my butter toast
Supreme Clientele, bitch I'm bout to go ghost

Red and blue lights flashing out my window
Fuck 12, fuck 5-0
Stand for something
Grow a backbone
They killing us
And it's getting old
We won't bend
And we won't fold

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Feeding bitches
And we birthing niggas
And

Ah Ah Ah Ah

He wanna be my man
I said my wish, your command

Ah Ah Ah Ah

A student to the game
Yeah, I got the upper hand

Ah Ah Ah Ah

Alienation Records, yeah
Soon you'll understand

Ah Ah Ah

HAHA
Soon you'll understand
Bitch
Shit crazy



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley De Ramus
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