Aliens (feat. Young Bart)

Pull up with a glock Shoot a bitch She yell stop Shoot a bitch With my cock Move it bitch, I’m on top The very top I don’t stop Will not stop I ain’t no op But Imma cop All typa shit No matter what It cost No matter what it cost Young Bart is a god F*ck a bitch name Grace Nut up on her face Thinking she got maced We gon make a tape Pull up with a choppa Put it in yo dome He was talking shit Now he froze We gon shoot a pussy If he ever tell a lie Pull up to his house With that brand new Mp5 Playing with these lines And these rhymes And these white lies And these white lines Snorting shit with my wifey I Play with these raps and these rolls AC/DC rock n roll Hay Day pay me Outta control Till I get dark red eyes Smoking till we high I’m with my aliens All up in the sky I can take your bitch Any other time Did she ever tell you I’m the other guy Ion think I told Yawll Ion f*ck with bitches Just baddies Had to let Yawll know What was happening Had to pull up With the mothafucken magnum Pulling all trophies with the bro Pulling all these hoes Looking slow Pulling off the show in Hilfiger loafs (Loafers) Pulling out the drive In a twelve seater boat Tip from me is No mo Leave em no mo Leaving a hoe With a line of snow Leave it like Woah I got Fiji water With ice I got ramen noodles With spice Pull up with a glock Shoot a bitch She yell stop Shoot a bitch With my cock Move it bitch, I’m on top The very top I don’t stop Will not stop I ain’t no op But Imma cop All typa shit No matter what It cost