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[intro – heze the martian]

sp-cetrip boys, f-ck you talkin’ bout’ n-gga
alright, this sh-t coming’ off the dome, i can’t even write today
my n-gga, nate made this hard ass beat, so you already know i had to hop on that mothaf-cka

[verse 1 – heze the martian]

alright
i hate a hoe ass n-gga (you hate a what?)
a 304 (hoe ass n-gga)
i’m the g.o.a.t. of sh-t talkin’ ain’t no cap, i’m in the mode
when i step, i’m drip walkin’ out… f-ck (b-tch, i’m drippin, hoe)
when i step, i’m drip walkin’ cause’ my trap be h-lla cold (yeah)

p-ssy n-ggas keep stalkin’, cause’ my name be h-lla known (shut yo ass up)
[?] just a sh-t talker, he don’t really got no pole (b-tch)
p-ssy keep talkin’, we gon’ stomp him in his skull (hoe n-gga)
and lil’ b-tch don’t keep stallin’, you gon have to hit the door

aw f-ck, godd-mn, i’m switching up. (aw f-ck)
got a pint of [?] i’m finna sip it out this cup. (sippin’ mud b-tch)
got these empty red cups, wе finna bounce it off her b-tt (off her b-tt)
i just bust a rеd nut, i think there’s something wrong with my cum (n-gga what?)

flint be havin’ lead cups, that water make a n-gga dumb. (n-gga what?)
choppa buss his head, gushin’ blood his period this month (bow, bow)
on the road straight to kentucky trynna fill bud in these blunts. (kentucky fried chicken)
that n-gga broke, ain’t got no funds, he on his taxes claimin’ what? (ha, broke n-gga. hahahaha)
[bridge/hook – heze the martian]

i can’t think, n-gga, i’m trippin’
i f-cked that b-tch, now she limpin’ (ay, ay)
b-tch, you slippin’, you ain’t crippin’ (sploosh)
shut yo b-tch ass the f-ck up, you ain’t pimpin’ (alright)

[verse 2 – heze the martian & bonus]

i smacked my cousin in the head, that n-gga really actin goofy (hyu)
ah-hyuck-hyuck-hyu, that n-gga really goofy (wow)
it’s summertime, i’m with yo b-tch, we finna chill n’ make a movie (make a movie. ah ah ah)
back that check and make it stretch, im really feelin’ like i’m [?]

the way i’m smokin’ on this skunk, it really smell like stank coochie. (b-tch, that stank)
got that glock, i shoot my shot with laser beams, just like i’m stewie (bow)

put two shots up in my cup, my weight is light, i’m feelin’ loopy (feelin’ light, b-tch)
that n-gga cappin’ when he rappin’, and he know that sh-t is dookey (godd-mn, n-gga)

pass up the thots, beat it down. you know i don’t eat up no coochie (that sh-t trash)
b-tch n-gga keep on hatin’, h-lla mad, he ain’t in gucci (outta pocket)
yeah, yo b-tch she want the d-ck, she slurp n’ suck just like a smoothie (bow)

out through the mouth, i hit two shots, when triggers pull, i got the dewies (need to stop, b-tch)
[bridge/hook – heze the martian]

yeah, yeah, run that back, run that back
we gotta do that again (yeah, yea we go-, we gon’ run that back)
aight, hol’ up (bet it up)
let’s go n-gga (bet it up)

i can’t think, n-gga i’m trippin’ (i can’t think b-tch)
i f-cked that b-tch, now she limpin’, ay, ay (n-gga, what?)
b-tch, you slippin’, you ain’t crippin’ (yeah)
shut yo b-tch ass the f-ck up, you ain’t pimpin’ (man. shut the f-ck up, n-gga)

[verse 3 – heze the martian & bonus]

it’s a good night in harlem, i might take me out some toes (yeah)
choppa stay n’ crunch a n-gga, just like some cinnamon toast (cinnamon toast)
n-ggas tried to catch me lackin but the didn’t know the low (yeah, naw b-tch)
n-ggas swear i’m doin’ laundry for the way i moved his load (alright)

pop a n-gga hat back (bop), watch that new era get old (watch that new era)
yellow steppin’, never risky, i just pray, i never fold (i’m just prayin’, n-gga)
got this b-tch, she trynna f-ck, a n-gga really really on a roll (yeah)
last thing i’m finna say, 2021 a go

[outro – heze the martian]
i’m just gon’ clip that out, edit that, and put that back in
aight

- heze the martian

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