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Extraterrestrial I’m feeling on another planet
These niggas vegetables ain’t solid you would think they planted
The main thing is it’s gon’ rain but nigga can you stand it
I maintained and kept it solid nigga no ceramic
I watch my back cause niggas envy and they wanna be me
Oh you ain’t hear that boy got blew like nigga watch the tv
I know they fake ain’t nothing new but aye my diamonds Fiji
I bleed red but count that blue bitch I’m eating greedy
Yeah yeah
I got a mac, and when I say that shit no I’m not talking bout apple
I hit my boost, yeah my name Juke, but if he rush he get tackled
I got them thigh pads thigh pads insides look like a lava lamp
And they got me fucked up bitch I’m plugged up like the chords to a speaker amp
I spent a long time chasing life goals that I knew I couldn’t reach
And I’m sippin lean rolling up this wubby swerving while I’m rocking louis v
And all these hoes love me well they say they love me
But they only love me cause I’m me
I keep it a 100 like centipedes
And I know I’m not rich but I’m finna be
20 bands on your neck and that boy deceased
I can’t fall in love I’m not jodeci
When I’m out with my chains and they notice me
And I’m walking alone no approaching me
Got the tec with a drum and a scope you see
These niggas they play they get swept with the broom
I keep my heat like the last day of june
The sky ain’t the limit cause I seen the moon, yeaaahh
Extraterrestrial on another planet
These niggas vegetables ain’t solid you would think they planted
The main thing is it’s gon’ rain but nigga can you stand it
I maintained and kept it solid nigga no ceramic
I watch my back cause niggas envy and they wanna be me
Oh you ain’t hear that boy got blew like nigga watch the tv
I know they fake ain’t nothing new but aye my diamonds Fiji
I bleed red but count that blue bitch I’m eating greedy
You want the issue
Boy you be softer than tissue
Nigga I will never miss you
That lil bitch kissed you
And I heard you ain’t official
Bullets flying like some missles
And if I get the raw pack then I make it jump back
Caught me some cases off swinging that crack
Never be cappin I always state facts
At the gun show just to cop me a mac
Like a butt show she be bouncing that ass
In her gut tho had to make that shit fast
Big glocks I was laying in the grass
Like Usain had to run to the cash
Boo thing left and you know it got you mad
And that coupe came yeah, aye, right after that bag
Yeah
Aye, right after that bag, yeah yeah aye
Right after that bag
Right after that bag

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