Human/Alien (feat. Boci)

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Kurt Hazard

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I hit the trap spot
I'm in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot
I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box
I just picked the
I picked the pad lock
No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot
She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot
Smoking op pack, light the shit up f*ck a matchbox
F*ck a matchbox aye
Aye f*ck that shit I'm gone
Walking lick, I went and mixed the Ksubi with the Chrome
Delorean don't touch the ground it float like a UFO
He won't leave the crib so now we on the porch like we the gnomes
Blicky in the tote, Ricky in the scope
I went and bulletproofed the whip like I ride with the pope
I'm in the spot you oughta watch your bitch and watch your tone
Raf Simons sweater on my body with the patches sewn
Extendo on the stick, huh
I let it hit
I feel like Morty way I'm always with the Rick
Don't try and group me with these boys I'm too legit, I'm too legit
She neck me while I pour up in the Uber lit, it's stupid lit
Like okay, heartless in that Comme Des
Young nigga with an attitude lil bitch I feel O'shea
Big chopper right next to the bookcase that's just for the feng shui
I'm doing shit that they I wouldn't like Hell had a cold day, guess Hell had a cold day
I'm in the trap spot
I'm in the booth, whipping up like it's a crack pot
I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box
I just picked the-
No
I picked the pad lock
No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot
She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot
Smoking op pack, light the shit up f*ck a matchbox
F*ck a matchbox aye
They tryna get inside my head I can't let 'em
Had to mix the Gucci scarf and Gucci sweater
I can't stop doing these drugs they make me better
I can't hate that bitch she make me better
Pouring up that cup it turn me to a villain yeah
I can see the hate but why, we clearly winning yeah
I just hit up Sak's and I just got my drip in yeah
Bitches know I'm not no regular civilian yeah
I let the money stack
Lil bitch do no talking got them runners like a running back
She wanna f*ck then run it back
Got them drums like Thundercat
Leave them boys like who is that
Boci, get that green like Yoshi
I sip that wok that codeine
I hawk 'em quick like Tony
I'm with the gang not dollie
I got the strap right on me, geez
All this dirty money's gon make me bleed bleed bleed
So they watch how I maneuver how I weave weave weave cause
I'm in the trap spot
I'm in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot
I hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
Pop up like wherever, pull the blicky out the stash box
I just picked the-
You didn't need to kill that policeman
I picked the pad lock
No nigga you ain't in the field you the mascot
She say I'm even prettier in person, got her back shot
Smoking op pack, light the shit up f*ck a matchbox
F*ck a matchbox aye

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