Mars lyrics

[Chorus]
I get high go to Mars (Take Off), Backwoods take me far (Hah)
b*tch I party hard (Life), I live like a rockstar (Party)
I hit the cup and nod, yeah, I'm up here wit' God (Hah)
I'm flyin' in my drop, this a spaceship not a car (Skrrt)
I jus' spent a 30 on a brand new Martian charm (Bling)
I jus' put a 30 in my brand new Russian gun (Fah)
I jus' smoked 'bout 30 blunts, it's startin' to hurt my lungs (I just smoked ‘bout 30)
I blow like a bomb, you n*ggas ain't nun but bums (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I need my bread every crumb, if you playin' then ya done (Done)
Blood shed, red rum, (Uh, Uh, Red rum) if I say it then it's done (Yeah)
If I'm shootin', b*tch, I'm scorin' (Fah)
Killin' sh*t, pull the cord (Yeah, Uh, Uh, Uh)
Take yo' b*tch and make a porn, 3 tone chain, candy corn (3 Tone)
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah), that lil n*gga icey (Yeah)
Come and get yo' wifey (Wifey), this b*tch tryna bite me (Me)
These n*ggas don't like me (Me), I'm juiced up like Hi-C (C)
You lil boys need high seats (Seats), we serve if you want beef (Beef)
I'm ridin' in some' fast and you better know it's foreign (Skrrt, Go)
I had to leave my last b*tch 'cause that ho was just too boring (Yeah, b*tch)
I walk up in the building, goddamn it started snowing (Bling)
I fell asleep sippin', f*ck it I'ma keep pouring (Keep Pouring)

[Chorus]
I get high go to Mars (Take Off), Backwoods take me far (Hah)
b*tch I party hard (Life), I live like a rockstar (Uh, Uh, Uh)
I hit the cup and nod, yeah, I'm up here wit' God (Yeah)
I'm flyin' in my drop (Hmm), this a spaceship not a car (Skrrt)
I jus' spent a 30 on a brand new Martian charm (Bling)
I jus' put a 30 in my brand new Russian gun (Fah)
I jus' smoked 'bout 30 blunts, it's startin' to hurt my lungs (I just smoked ‘bout 30)
I blow like a bomb, you n*ggas ain't nun but bums (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on Gelato wit' yo' ho (Gelato)
And my pocket on swole, bankrolls can't fold (Bankrolls)
All this goddamn gold on me (Gold), young Pharoh (All these goddamn)
When I walk through the door (Door) watch the temperature get low (Cold, Cold)
Splash on a b*tch (Froze), call me Glock Guerrero (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga wit' the sticks, yeah, I'm commando (Fah, Fah, Fah)
Playin' 'round wit' them keys, b*tch, I got pianos (I got keys)
And I'm covered in double Gs, yeah, I dropped them bands ho (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, b*tch)
No, I don't mean to brag, dropped a bag on my swag (Bag on my swag)
They said I'm livin' too fast, I'm just enjoying this cash (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, I jus' did the dash in them new paper tags'
Smokin' Backwoods back-to-back, b*tch, don't miss this jet