Mars & Jay Productions - 447

Man ain't Road but my dargs do things in the whip they step with the things all day
Them man fake
Them man just talk to police man I swear I them boy just hate
I don't watch no face
Take man's bae
Move too smart couldn't catch no case
You claim headshots but shoot below waists
My gs them crash and Mash up the place
Boy don't trip best do up your lace
We ain't the same
Tell em that I am the best in the game

Someone said Mars got bars for days
Drive fast cars man ah switching lanes
While I'm getting brain
But
Dead thing love give man headache
Taking shots like I'm Pele
Man don't talk man rob just tryna fill my belly
Sip pon henny
With a big fat zegge
Pack come smelly
Step in can tell I'm in the crib already
Catch man's lack if I hear he's involved
Look now the games evolved
Them man nerds look make the thing burst

Put man in hurst
Them man nerds can't get on my nerves
Don't know why they trying
And they ain't piss don't know why them mandem lying
Take man sky boom bye him
Bare skrt bare hand brakes bare toes
Skrt bang bang that was way to close
It's frightening
See man there on sight him
Man ah quick strike like lightning
I ain't Mike Tyson
Get man down like viking
Whoa
Juug
Real chef when I whip up food
I just warn grind and stack for the buug
Grind and stack till my whole fam good
Moving that igga and acker smoking on oots
Got things in the boot got things and things in the boot
Yeah we wiz and ding in a coup
Wiz and ding
Should have seen the way he got ching
And your don't line ping
So what's all the talk
Get skudududu
Then vroom vroom
Haha
No one knows
Man just step like ghost
Swear a boy froze
Same boy that was talking loads
Made him eat those words
Swear I'm tired of these nerds
Mad mad
See that chick she bad bad
Give me slop top oh lard gard
And she ratchet stay on guard
Say she warn hold my Nina
Sabrina your way too eager
Gave that bitch Martian fever
Came a long way from a deep sleeper
Still we nuh fear grim reaper
We nuh fear your dargs either
This thing hot swear she broke the meter
Feel her aura call her rita Senorita
We can fly go Costa Rica
My rosita
Use to be broke till I flipping the switch
Got nuff sticks
My gs don't miss
You ain't got no ps man don't do no ticks
You best go on hit a lick
Fly
Sky high bro ain't no lie
For my fam and guys it's do or die
That's why I grind
Everyday that's on my life
She Ride
Ride it like a bike
Drop it do it how I like
Don't stop it, we can go all night
Bam bam boom
Was a mad mad move
Skdr skr skr
I got mad mad goons
With some bad bad moods
Skdr skr skr
Puta madre
Ain't in my lane compadre
No way
Learned the hard way
Ain't ready for the fast lane
It's okay
I just want money, everyday trying to get paid in more ways
In more ways
Everyday tying to get paid in more ways

Written by:
Leon Tucker

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