Another Planet lyrics

[Intro]
All on me, all on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I left my city, these n*ggas, they lurking all on me, all on me
I got a baddie, yeah tell her to twerk it all on me, follow me
b*tch I got too much money, can't talk to you
You talking sh*t but my n*ggas, they shot at you
f*cked that b*tch right in the back and nobody knew
di*k in her mouth, hold on, b*tch, I wan' c*m in you
Hop in the Benz, oh my God
I came from doing that fraud
We keep them sticks and them rods
Make 'em do flips, oh my lord
b*tch, I'm from another planet
I smoke the dope, I don't understand it
And this .45 a Colt like I'm Peyton Manning
And the [?] a blick, yeah it's underhanded

[Verse]
I want it right now
Johnny Dang, I got a ice house
Bet my boys'll pull up, shoot the lights out
I just came to the club with a light thousand
All this, yeah I'm on an ice mountain
b*tch I got the hoes like I'm Mike Lowrey
I got the racks out of my accountant
All this drip on my body, I'm a water fountain
If that n*gga too fake then I gotta out him
I'ma let off a clip, skrt off in an Audi
b*tch is you ready ho?
Heard they play me on the radio
I will let off some shots then I'm skating, ho
Turn a pig into bacon, ho
Heard these n*ggas steady faking, ho
f*ck why you snaking, though
Ball with the green, Jayson Tatum, ho
[?] pockets, I made them know
I wear Versace, I'm taking over
I know the feds 'cause I paid 'em over
I got that Glocky through customs
I got some bullets from Russia
He think he slipped, but I touched him
Confess to the feds like Usher
You shouldn't trust 'em
[Chorus]
I left my city, these n*ggas, they lurking all on me, all on me
I got a baddie, yeah tell her to twerk it all on me, follow me
b*tch I got too much money, can't talk to you
You talking sh*t but my n*ggas, they shot at you
f*cked that b*tch right in the back and nobody knew
di*k in her mouth, hold on, b*tch, I wan' c*m in you
Hop in the Benz, oh my God
I came from doing that fraud
We keep them sticks and them rods
Make 'em do flips, oh my lord
b*tch, I'm from another planet
I smoke the dope, I don't understand it
And this .45 a Colt like I'm Peyton Manning
And the [?] a blick, yeah it's underhanded
I left my city, these n*ggas, they lurking all on me, all on me
I got a baddie, yeah tell her to twerk it all on me, follow me
b*tch I got too much money, can't talk to you
You talking sh*t but my n*ggas, they shot at you
f*cked that b*tch right in the back and nobody knew
di*k in her mouth, hold on, b*tch, I wan' c*m in you
Hop in the Benz, oh my God
I came from doing that fraud
We keep them sticks and them rods
Make 'em do flips, oh my lord
b*tch, I'm from another planet
I smoke the dope, I don't understand it
And this .45 a Colt like I'm Peyton Manning
And the [?] a blick, yeah it's underhanded