[Intro: Stumpee]
Stumpee gon pull up, pull up, pull up

[Hook: Stumpee]
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah)
And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah)
All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah)
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah)
And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah)
Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me)
Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn)
I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loosе any weight (yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Slip]
I get the racks and I blow them on shoes (yo, what?)
Cause I don’t have time to go spend them on you (no, no)
I’m about to blow up, you can tell by the views (yeah, yeah)
She can see i’m a star, so there’s nothing to loose (no)
We not on the same level, don’t get it confused (no)
Get right with the water like i’m on a cruise (splash)
We like Batman and Robin, we coming in twos
Yeah, yeah, that’s true
All of this ice ‘round my neck, think I’ll freeze (yeah)
Saying I got potential, ain’t know what you mean (yeah)
Saying he got a stick, but he meant from the tree (yeah)
Baby, I am an alien, walk off the scene (what?)
My phone blowing up, I can’t answer no calls (nah)
And we still getting money, we still got no flaws (bow!)
They switch up like the season, from Summer to Fall (Summer)
Shooting like 23, cause I still gotta ball (ball, yeah)
I never did work in school, teachers was mad at me
But I know I’ll be richer than that whole academy (richer)
Oh, okay, I got it, but why is you mad at me? (yeah, yeah)
Please squash the beef or it will be a tragedy
You typing behind a screen how you feel about me, how ‘bout you chase a bag? (chase it)
Cause last time I checked, you still going broke, and I’m still flexin’ with that cash (yeah)

[Hook: Stumpee]
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah)
And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah)
All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah)
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah)
And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah)
Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me)
Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn)
I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loose any weight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: 1x_xavier]
Aye, Tip toe, we at his window, n***as be cappin’, they sayin’ they gang
We runnin’ around and we bussin’ yo brain, that n***a talked on me, my choppa bang
I’m not from this planet, I am an alien, invading your area if I feel like I’m Zimp
N***as talk shit and we shoot in his skin, and I pull up with 30’s so run up ya money
This ain’t a game, this is not funny, I’m takin’ ya life, so give me your money
It’s a whole lotta red, we stompin’ around, I heard you was lackin’, so send us a drop
We came from the bottom, we head to the top
I swim in that pussy, I feel like The Rock
I’m king of the n***as, I feel like I’m Leon
Fuck wit that girl and she fuckin’ wit me
I’m playing these bitches, I feel like a Playboy
I’m shooting real deep, I feel like I’m Curry, you play with the gang, we empty the 30 (aye)
I pull up with chop’, so you don’t gotta worry
I run up the bands, I believe that I’m stacked, I’m dunkin’ on bitches, I feel like I’m Shaq
We run in ya house with a Glock and a Mac, and if you try to touch it, you gonna get wacked

[Verse 3: KEY!]
I ball on these n***as like 2K, or like Greek the Freak
All my songs locked up in the vault, I can’t do no leaks
If she fuck right on the first night, then she for the streets
30 pack if he run up on me, he gon be deceased
My bank account came with too many ones, bitch I’m the GOAT like my name was Lebron
These n***as trappin’, I’m passing them calm, while that bitch shoppin’ at Gucci
Walk in this bitch and she claim that she knew me, treatin’ these bitches just like they some groupies
None of these n***as my friends, I just might fly out to France
I get this bitch in my pants, probably why these jeans be saggin’
Go to the bank and I’m laughin’, young n***a gettin’ dineros
Sorry, sir, I’m not a hero, bitch I’m OJ like a villain
Showin these lil n***as just how it’s done right, I bought this gun for a reason, I won’t fight
We can send that n***a straight to the sun light
Keep that right ammo on it, and it’s a good night
[Hook: Stumpee]
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), I could really make a lot of hits (yeah)
And you know when I pull up (yeah), you know that I gotta lot of drip (yeah)
All my n***as really here again (yeah), getting high like an alien (yeah)
I could really do a lot with this (yeah), you know Stumpee make a lot of hits (yeah, yeah)
And I’m here with my boy Slippy (yeah), and you know we gonna get litty (yeah, yeah)
Pop one then I get dizzy (damn), and you know that my n***as with me (with me)
Had to go back, to my regular state (yeah, yeah, yeah), I had a lot on my plate (yeah, damn)
I had a lot to take, but this is my fate, I can’t loose any weight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Lil Slip]
Let’s go, let’s go!