Rittz
Ufo
Homie, I’m not from this planet
I know all that martian shit been done
But I know how dumb it is
I don’t know where all this wisdom from
Just know that I’m authentic
Different and I’m skippin’ to the rhythm of a different drum
(?) so authentic
Levels to these lyricists, me and you are on a different one
I got different groupies (?) in my bunk
No Corona shit, don’t carry no virus
(?) had to tell that bitch “quiet”
Fuck her missionary, grabbin’ on a dirty pair of Osiris
High top fresh out of JC Penny
(?) I see them babysitting
They could (?) but they can’t be winning
You a lame (?) name seem fitting
If the shoe fit, tighten up your bootstrap
Like a rednеck hoppin’ in his pickup truck
With his (?) glass and a crew cap
Took his wallet and his phone and his chеck cash stub
And a wrecked dashboard soakin’ with his blood
That some tough guys can’t stomach
Some young fuck boys that study my style
Wanna come for my crown but just can’t cut it
Wanna stab me in the back with a dull blade
Haters wrinkle up their face like a shar pei puppy
Letras de cancionesI pay nothin’ for the ice tray
My chain, my ring, I went got made custom
(?) put it on my pinky
My homie try to say it’s too big (too big!)
I thought I got rid of all my bitchass friends
Take (?) somebody’s feelings
They be quick to jump in
Slick, tell ‘em nothin’, fuck it, it does fit
Walked in my nuts drag like a new bride
Wedding dress when the maid of honor
Straight forgot to walk behind her
Had her trippin’ on her dress two times
People look at me assumin’ I’ma be this cool guy
Truth is my shoes are full of moon rocks
(?) spacecraft when I pull off
Fuck a helicopter pad rooftop, I’m in my
From Letras Mania