[Intro]
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tryna put on n***as but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and it gon’ aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I’m on lean, I might blackout
Shawty wanna show her ass out
All-black Wraith, got the guts out
Pouring up lean 'til I pass out
I got a whole lot of mugshots
Too much money, can't count this guap
Backseat with the bags out
Rick Owens with the tags out
Got a bad bitch with an ass shot
Two-twenty, yeah, the dash out
Raf Simons, hеll you talkin' bout?
Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undеrcover, hell you talkin’ ’bout?
Hermès, hell you talkin' ’bout? (Talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil’ model, huh (Woah)
You a Chanel lil' bitch (Yeah)
I got the cash, lil' bitch, yeah
We smokin' that gas, lil' bitch, uh
Ain't wastin' no time, lil' bitch, yeah
It's about to go down, lil' bitch, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Boosie Badazz]
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tryna put on n***as but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and it gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah (Boos)

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
First I landed on mars
Tryna touch the moon
But ended up behind bars
'Cause my fuckin' goons
Ain't love me like they say they do
Talk behind yo back, then they lyin'
Say they pray for you
It seems to me, somebody, they afraid of you
First chance, they snakin'
For no reason, they hate me
Four seasons, I'm taking boo
She don't love me, like she say she do
Had to play my cards right
Then it's gon' be alright
Devil on my ass, said tonight, "this that thug life"
Seen it all, been thru it all
So I can take the star
Put this n***a on, still, he broke my fuckin' arm
Say Trip', ain't they pussy? But on the gram they vietnam
Need to smoke another plate
So I'm feeling numb
I been hurt so many times, I only trust a few
So a Glock wit' two fifty's, I'm gon' fuck over you
They never put me on covers, 'cause they afraid of Boo
Follow me, but don't support me
Bitch, I'm fake as you
Damn
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you
Tryna put on n***as but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and it gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah