[Verse 1: lil different]

Ugh, three in the morning

Bitch im on my hustle, while you

Motherfucking snoring

You driving them bicycles, im whiping

Them foreigns

Don't get to starting, im Martin

Like Lawrence

Moonwalk like Michael, then ball

Like im Jordan

LeBron James, James, James

Corden

Bitch watch your step, you know you

Can't afford it

Uphold the Lord, the Lord

Can't store it

[Verse 2: lil different]

Ugh, Berkin bags

Thats what she want, thats what she get

But she gon' work that ass

I tell her pick up the pace, while

Im dropping cash

Turn that dirty money clean

Call it RocketFast

Keep your hand up off my glass

Or ima pop your ass

I pop your ass like a balloon or

Orville Popcorn bag

You know i got out the mud

Bitch i got it bad

And if she know me she know the look

I ain't got to ask

[Verse 3: YuNg Cutta]

She want designer clothes

I got designer hoes

All these dimonds on me bitch

I got designer froze

Say you pretty [?]

Fucking all these bitchs, then im fucking

All these hoes

Stupid, no im intellectual

You know that me and you girl

Getting sexual

Leave it so gushy, i call

It impeccable

Girl got a perfect cat, call that shit

Pedable

Im with my crew, you know

How im rocking

Pull up with my crew bitch

There is no stopping me

One in his stomach call dat [?]

You in my crew you know

There is no crossing me (ooh!)

[Verse 4: lil different]

Aye, im in the clouds

I can not see what the fuck

You about

I can not see what the fuck

You be on

Bitch what the fuck you be talking about?

'cause im, im gone bitch

I am faded

I am not from Earth, bitch i am

Not staying

Cause' im from mars

Im a martian

And if you got a fucking problem dont start it

Cause' ima finish it

I be on my motherfucking

Killer killer shit

But thats nethier here or there

You can not see

Me like Helen Keller

Pulling that trigger

Like pulling your hair

Bool bloods thats some

Motherfucking bool bloods

She a naughty bitch

With my motherfucking slimes

She oh so slimy, motherfucking grimey oh

[Verse 5: YuNg Cutta]

Aye, you know im insane with it

You a pussy allways acting

Like you fucking

Lame with it

Tryna grind tryna get some

Money and

Some fame with it

She say that she want me

She want me to

Go insane with it

And im running like a bassline

Cut him in his face, you know i leave him

With a face line

You with me, you got to be pretty

I say you stay fine

You say you hater, and you wanna hate

Ok fine