UFO lyrics

[Intro]
Underworld

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh-uh (Don't touch this) (Yeah)
Uh-uh (Don't touch this) (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (You can't touch this) (Yeah)
Uh-uh (Don't touch this) (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (You can't touch this) (Yeah)
Uh-uh (Don't touch this) (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, they can't touch this
Yeah, uh-uh, you can't touch this
Yeah, uh-uh, my sh*t too perfect, b*tch, you cannot rush this
Yeah, uh-uh, get way too perfect, b*tch, I must be lucky
Yeah, uh-uh, might shoot this n*gga, he tried to come rush me
Yeah, uh-uh, ain't nothin', baby, what you want is worth it
Yeah, uh-uh, I gave up all that bullsh*t, went commercial
That broke sh*t never workin'
That hate sh*t never been workin'
Yeah, workin', workin', bad b*tch came through twerkin'
Racks in, workin', b*tch, I keep on workin'
We got shells like a Ninja Turtle, shoot him up, he hurtin'
Yes, I hop up in my UFO, go way up off this earth, man
[Verse]
IPhone, b*tch keep hittin' my iPhone
Yeah, what's wrong? Red eyes, b*tch, I'm hot, oh
Yeah, ringtone, she done made me her ringtone
Yeah, my songs, at my shows they sing along
(My shows they sing along)
At my shows they sing along
Yeah, I'm the truth, they believe in Lone
And these n*ggas Ray Charles, they can't see me, no
You see they wanna be me now
Yeah, 'cause I smoke that sh*t by the pound
Yeah, 'cause I put that sh*t on right now
Yeah, I come through, they wipin' me down
And these b*tches wanna come and just suck me right now
And she free [?] right now
Opium b*tch, she on Xans right now
I don't pop no Xans, hell nah
What I bought, they come from the mall
I don't hoop, but b*tch, I just ball
In the sky, lil' b*tch, I'm a star
In nighttime, lil' b*tch, I'm a star
Sticks in here, b*tch, we ready for war
I buy clothes, I won't pay for no whore
Brand new pack, and it smell like manure
Beat that gas, then I'm smokin' on more
Lil' b*tch, I just started doin' shows
And I think I'm fin' go on the tour
Lil' b*tch, I been stuck on the road
So I already been on a tour
She said "Lonely, I love you", I'm like, "b*tch, is you sure?"
Okay, you wanna try me, I'm like, "n*gga, you sure?"
They said "You want the racks", I'm like, "Yes, and I'm sure"
This b*tch weird and she bad, she been actin' obscure
Yeah, no cap in my muhf*ckin' raps
You come through the front, we walkin' through the back
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm a bat, I don't f*ck with no rats
In the store and I'm shoppin', what's this and what's that
I hit your ho' and I hit from the back
She suck me up and she won't text you back
She can't pop out with me, leave that ho' in the pad
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh-uh (Yeah-yeah)
Uh-uh (Yeah, yeah)
Uh-uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh (Yeah )

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-uh, they can't touch this
Yeah, uh-uh, you can't touch this
Yeah, uh-uh, my sh*t too perfect, b*tch, you cannot rush this
Yeah, uh-uh, get way too perfect, b*tch, I must be lucky
Yeah, uh-uh, might shoot this n*gga, he tried to come rush me
Yeah, uh-uh, ain't nothin', baby, what you want is worth it
Yeah, uh-uh, I gave up all that bullsh*t, went commercial
That broke sh*t never workin'
That hate sh*t never been workin'
Yeah, workin', workin', bad b*tch came through twerkin'
Racks in, workin', b*tch, I keep on workin'
We got shells like a Ninja Turtle, shoot him up, he hurtin'
Yes, I hop up in my UFO, go way up off this earth, man