[Intro: StanWill]

(Oh, you turnt)

Huh, blast off in a UFO, this ain't no rocket science

(Now you know it)

Huh, huh, blast off in a UFO, huh

Blasting off in UFOs, could teach a nigga

Blasting off in UFO—

Blast off in a UFO, blasting off

Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no—

[Verse: StanWill]

Blasting off in UFOs, this ain't no rocket science

Every time I catch an opp, he yell out, "Stop the violence"

Who bitch I'm finna fuck, boy, I cannot decide

Rocking Goosie, jumping out the 'Hawk, can't say I'm not the flyest

Need a lab coat, I take the Faygo and do chemistry

Solo full of Wocky, not no Hennessy

Doin' combat with this bitch, she finna finish me

They gon' ride our motherfuckin' wave until it hit the beach

Hit the strip and let it fly, you niggas pinch pennies

Boogers in my Buffies, I ain't sick, silly

She say I'm the shit, but I ain't shit really

Them ain't VVs in your bezel, boy, your wrist dilly

Unky wrist wet

Hit an opp with five nines, he was 6'6"

Playing with that cheddar cheese, get you Swissed quick

Every day I scratch another model off my hit list

My patience thin, but my bitch thick

Let a ho ho and let a bitch bitch

With your bae, it's suck, fuck, not no kiss-kiss

They probably think a nigga Morty 'cause the 'fit Rick

Cuddy probably hit more stains than a Tide stick

I'm with my side bitch, Glocky, that's my sidekick

I'm tryna be up front, like let me get behind it

How I'm in them pockets for that sack, could win the Heisman

Your bitch fuckin', when she pull up, she know the assignment

Hit it with a .308, his whip need some alignment

Thought I had a fuck to give, but shit, I couldn't find it

Talking to my skrilla like I'm Skilla, you the finest

Say she got a nigga, I don't mind it

Put my Rollie in her face, the bitch was blinded

Went and dropped three thousand on the coat just for the climate

Took the rocky way up to success, just had to climb it

She gon' bow down, treat me like her highness

Every time I see that money call, I get excited

Paper on the floor, I get the Dyson

All bro know is crash, why the fuck he got a license?

You think my wrist was swole how I iced it

All these K's at the spot, they think we ISIS

Left him fighting for his life, thought we was fighting

Pushing all these keys, niggas think I'm typing

[Outro: StanWill]

Dogshit Militia