THE MARTIANS ft. IMFthekid Lyrics

I'm outer space

She like my taste

Baby wanna give me face

I'm running the race, I'm living so brazy

People dying every day, exchanging the change

These niggas they change

Turning the page, book and the frame

This is that crank you hear when you want the bass

This is the crank you hear when you want the bass

Move at my own pace, I'm walking up in the place

Why you lying to my face

I know you fake

Ain't no mistake, you tryna make this a debate

I can't relate, I gotta stack up this cake

Walk into Barneys, like I'm on a safari

I'm with a Barbie, she bump Cardi and her shades Carti

Me and IMF, when we pour up, we on that molly

Fucking with Goon, it gon' end up costing

Leave his ass red like a lobster

We got pills by the bottle

But I promise, baby, we ain't rolling with doctors

Hit his head, he need a doctor

Off that gas, I'm up like a cloud

I need money, what is clout

Like a bird we in the south

What the fuck you talking 'bout

We ain't sipping wine, it's red

Do not talk if it ain't bread

Holy like my body bread

We ain't sipping wine, it's red

Do not talk if it ain't bread

Holy like my body bread

You ain't sipping no wine, it's red

Looking like nigga, they fucking with feds

All of my niggas, we up on the chase, we getting that bread

All of you niggas, they fucking with all of the Jakes

Run up the cake

I'm balling like Kobe and Shaq in LA

All of these niggas they fuck with a bae

We with your bitch, and she wanna spin on the way

Sorry, guy, your bitch on the way

Sorry, we boutta throw up a party

Sorry, you ain't invited

I'm sorry, but that's just the way that it is

I be flipping scripts, shooting shit

But bitch, I'm not a director

I be in the gym going hard to the point every day and I'm feeling like way more better

Had to move on, I don't even really sweat her

I bounced right back and I put myself in the center

What's the point of pretend

What is all that talk gon' do for you in the end

I'm gon' fuck her friend

I'm outer space

She like my taste

Baby wanna give me face

I'm running the race, I'm living so brazy

People dying every day, exchanging the change

These niggas they change

Turning the page, book and the frame

This is that crank you hear when you want the bass

This is the crank you hear when you want the bass

Move at my own pace, I'm walking up in the place

Why you lying to my face

I know you fake

Ain't no mistake, you tryna make this a debate

I can't relate, I gotta stack up this cake