Martian

On one, yeah, I'm on one Bout to run up on yo city when the dawn come Hittas picking fights, well them hittas picked the wrong one They could shove it in they when the song done Hittas like, d, man that too hitta too bold Now they licking milk out the bowl Got em in the palm of my hand, in the back of the Cam When I'm finished with them hittas leave em out in the cold like Flex it Yes, I bring the pain to the track then I hex it Hittas tryna play, but on the seventh of May Ya hitta bout to drop another, hope they rested Yeah, them hittas call me Ralph, cuz I wrecks it Hittas want the brain, cuz they know I poindex it Yes, I said it's two bachs, b, in the arts and biz And you know I got the beat from Alexis Martin Yes, I got the sauce, and it's dripping from my eyes like a Martian Out of this world They ain't never lift off, but I curl Got them hittas shook like T and his ice All ma shit cold, Mickey D with the swirl Flicked off, now they ticked off Issa first EP, bout to watch a hitta lift off Used to eat the cookie, now I got em playing hookie Cuz they know there ain't a lot I wouldn't lick off Now they barking Cuz my s's too cold, Jack Frost, like I Martin Got the pen, and it's sharpened Yeah, they messing with a b who grew up off of 80 Arpent Yes, I get the D, hittas parking Said, I get the jack, and I frost like Martin Hittas got the heat, you could pull up on the street And you know I zapped the beat, like the m Martian Hitta too fresh Bet that I'm a beast, and I feast on the flesh All ma b get the stacks and they mac, like the chef Issa Me Too vibe, f a hitta named Besh Yes, I put em on, like the Ritz, cold like the mits And them Hittas on the fritz Yes, I put the sticks in ma bun, repping Itty Bitty Piggy Got them hittas getting jiggy when they boink to this I'ma boink the bone, yeah, I buzzed the comb Yeah, I ain't talking bout the Saints, when I plug the Dome Said, a hitta E.T., like he phoned the home I'm the Leo to Mufasa, like it's Earl to Jones Hittas fear ma wrath, like Steinbeck Keep em on they toes, yes, i gotta keep they mind flexed East of Eden, cut em off like declined checks If you think you safe, m you are mine next Now they barking Cuz my s's too cold, Jack Frost, like I Martin Got the pen, and it's sharpened Yeah, they messing with a b who grew up off of 80 Arpent Yes, I get the D, hittas parking Said, I get the jack, and I frost like the Martin Hittas got the heat, you could pull up on the street And you know I zapped the beat, like the m Martian Tips for Grad, 800 cap for this Started at the Howl, not the castle, b Fall 2018, moved the tassel, b Cuz I ain't never get the D's, just the basilisk Yeah, I try to keep it humble, but I boasta Cook em like the roasta, hit it for a bit then I ghosta Yes, I lit the wick, but i never swish the flick Said it's 20 from the Levi, and I -osa Flexed it, then I hexed it Yes, I brought the pain to the track then I blessed it Hittas tryna play, check the seventh of May Ya hitta could have been the one, but he rested Yeah, them hittas call me Ralph, cuz I wrecks it Hittas want the brain, cuz they know I poindex it Yes, I said she lucky if she getting her associates And you know I got the beat from Alexis Martin Yes, I got the sauce, and it's dripping from my eyes like a Martian