Alien Rock Candy Lyrics

I don't like talking, people talking, I can't focus

My brain be rotted but I already know this

Gunners on the roof in this bitch, everybody scoping

Run off with the loot in this shit, everything is stolen

Run up all my racks, then I flex on my opponents

Motherfuckers don't get it the they want, cause they bogus

I was posted up in the back self loathing

Walk into the room and I tear myself open

I was off the drugs like I was under hypnosis

Onnagondola at the top, Onnagonchosen

Morherfucker acting funny, they pulled up, Rick Roll'd him

I pull up on the scene with the 2K on my whole fit

I was posted up all fucked up I'll let you know quick

Running up my racks, back to back on my grown shit

I don't even like talking, I was just floating

Everybody already know that I'm the coldest

Drop down with it on the scene, I'm scoping

Got the paper in my hand, bitch I'm rolling

I pull up on the scene and I start smoking

Put the bars back to back, like I'm Token

Walk into the, wait hold up, yeah, no emotion

Run up all my racks, then I'll pull up in a ghost whip

My shoes be shining in the dark just like a glow stick

Got homie out, serving packs postal

I post up and I run it up like I'm supposed

I pull up and run it up like I'm supposed to

How you chasing something that ain't chose you?

I pull up with blue strips, hundreds when I go through

Bitch, I pull up and I crash into shit when I roll through

If I see some people, I'mma act like I don't know you

Motherfuckers thinking that they know what you go through

Pole-vault the pack in the air, I'm making dope moves

Run it up, then I'll run it up again, I'll show you

Got a Kel-Tec on me, cooking up with Pro Tools

You ain't even done that shit, why you writing that?

If I'm posted feeling low, then I'm flying back

Pull up with a drum pole, oh, who trying that?

All this green stay on me, I'm inside my bag

I can't even sleep, I'm an insomniac

Rolling Alien Rock Candy, that's back to back

Pulling up with a few O's in my head stash

Hop on the plane with the O's, they ain't check that

I was lost off the shits, it wasn't a setback

People pulling up, like where the meds at?

Jump into the street, bitch I'm in traffic

You could try to play, but it get tragic