Verse (xéno):
Feel like a alien
Came in a starship
Walk among earth
The whole time I'm a martian
Walk in the booth
And then I commit arson
I get the remedy straight out the garden
I'm the secret weapon from Atlanta
Rolling up them fat woods them Havana's
Smoking that cuban that Tony Montana
Like say hello to my little friend
I could up the stick and with a little bend
Of the finger on the trigger
I can hit ya
Imma get ya
I won't miss the target n***a
I'm a head honcho boss
Pussy wanna talk
We gon run em off
Claiming he a stepper
Boy that n***a soft
Give a fuck about the cost
N***a I can spend whatever for the sauce

She like ranch dressing
And I'm finna dip my chip
I been stacking up them bands
And now I'm finna get my whip
Shawty thicker than a snicker
Gotta get her what's her twitter
Baby girl put down that swisher
I got backwoods for my mistress
Bitch I'm Superbad
Feel like I'm Mclovin
We can duke it out
Don't gotta grab my gun
Pussy boy I do this music shit for fun
And I'll still go up to the top
I always knew I was the one
Two plugs blowing up my phone
It's a race to the gas
Ice cream
Mixed with tangerine dream
In my pack
Fucking opp he tried me up
Done tried to get me in the back
To the crib
But I can't go for that
No I can't go for shit
Shoulda had the toolie on me
I'd have emptied out the clip
Saw the face of God inside the ride
We nearly crashed the whip
Off the board rip half his face off
He done nearly broke his hip
Two spliffs in while I'm in the kitchen
Feel like Gordon Ramsey wit the pot
Make a pussy n***a drop
I got armor
Bitch I'm player one
Protected by the plot
Boy that diesel got me right
Might have to reup on the 'xot
New Earth God in the house
Imma take your soul
And let you fuckin rot
Verse (animo):
Bitch I'd rather fucking rot
'Fore I turn into a fake
Groupie bitch said she in love
She be lying to my face
Now she wanna taste
She at my place
She wanna date
She love when I spit in her mouth
She love when I cum on her face