Alien lyrics

[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*ggas 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*ggas 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*ggas 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*ggas 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*ggas be cappin’, they sayin’ they gang
We runnin’ around and we bussin’ yo brain, that n*gga 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*ggas talk sh*t 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 pus*y, I feel like The Rock
I’m king of the n*ggas, I feel like I’m Leon
f*ck wit that girl and she f*ckin’ wit me
I’m playing these b*tches, 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 b*tches, 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*ggas like 2K, or like Greek the Freak
All my songs locked up in the vault, I can’t do no leaks
If she f*ck 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, b*tch I’m the GOAT like my name was Lebron
These n*ggas trappin’, I’m passing them calm, while that b*tch shoppin’ at Gucci
Walk in this b*tch and she claim that she knew me, treatin’ these b*tches just like they some groupies
None of these n*ggas my friends, I just might fly out to France
I get this b*tch in my pants, probably why these jeans be saggin’
Go to the bank and I’m laughin’, young n*gga gettin’ dineros
Sorry, sir, I’m not a hero, b*tch I’m OJ like a villain
Showin these lil n*ggas just how it’s done right, I bought this gun for a reason, I won’t fight
We can send that n*gga 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*ggas 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*ggas 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!