Mars Lyrics

I've been trappin' so damn hard Skyline shootin' for the stars

Im fine ain't gonna starve

All this money, I'm goin' so hard

On a mission, let's go out to Mars

I've been shot up like Mazi

A Star

Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are

I got up off a trappin' so hard

I knew that like a damn

Tarot card

Push start, stupid sweet

Like pop tart

Had it hard

Now I'm takin off

Go Kart

Different color, my carrot, that boy a bird, no parrot

Should be embarrassed, pull up 22's, look like a Ferris

Navy pier, pop top, no beer Fade away, no sheer

Bitch, I'm Kobe, in other words, what you fear

My frontier, no fronts here, so steer clear

About to guwopp, my chain icy like Push Pops

Spin move on the cop boss

like hot sauce

Cut ya neck off, no cake, boss Karate chop like Randy Moss

Crisscross, bitch, jump, I got the sauce

And Dental floss, and I be shinin', now she want the sauce

That bitch be whinin', like, wow, is she really cryin'

It's a philosophy like I was a Mayan

Bitch, I been trappin' so damn hard

Skyline Shootin' for the stars

I'm fine ain't gonna starves

All this money, I'm goin' so hard

On a mission, let's go out to Mars

I've been shot up like Mazi A Star

Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow'

You do not even know who you are

Don't they know that I'm tryna win

Couple bad bitches heard I'm call you a friend

Came my way, swerved her, even though she was a ten

I been wet like a bend,

no elbow unless

I move a P, that mean I got a plan, take a stand

Check my brand, different color, my polo, she wanna hop

On my dick, no pogo stick, just call him Tigger

Run a checkup in the jungle, watch me thumb a figure

Cause I'm tight like cornrows

I throw hoes like cornholes in dark holes

Like I'm a Spartan, the hot startin

Take flight like I'm Marvin the Martian

Me and my money in love and we ain't never partin

If the money is Gina, then I guess I am Martin

Had to get to that shit cause we ain't with the starvin

My mind on the money, got coordinates

Teacher used to call me insubordinate

I been trippin' so damn hard

Shootin' for the stars

I'm fine, ain't gonna starve

All this money, I'm goin' so hard

On a mission, let's go out to Mars

I been shot up like Mazi Astana

Take a trip, we can go out to Tomorrow

You do not even know who you are

Who is you

That my truth, bitch, I'm real, who is you

Deuce, deuce, who is you

I'm too real, who is you

Money on me, you a fluke

Bitch, she wanna blow me, shit like a fluke