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Calvin Scruby
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up early in the mornin'
Mix marijuana with the coffee
Ash on the floor in my apartment
I just burnt a hole in the carpet
I am not a man, I'm a martian
Ridin' round in a flying saucer
Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna
Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter
I'm a motherfucker with the windows down
Bass boomin' when I'm racing past
I'm a nice guy, but the man on my right side
You don't wanna make him mad
I don't got a gun
But you know he got the wand with the strap and the thing attached
You should take cover, he'll hit a motherfucker
With a beam like lasеr tag
Northside gang, nah I'm from the northside plains
Multiplays, not likе the Fortnite game
Scroll the porn site when I'm courtside
Honestly it's more of my thing
Marijuana smoke in the porch light
Porsche light. swing like four or five chains
I'm Ric Flair with the hair slick back
Baby fat undercover six pack lift that
Stack money tall, so tall in fact
If you play the game of Jenga, it'd be bigger than Shaq
Run it like Usain Bolt on the two lane road
Y'all trippin' like a shoe came off
C₄H₁₀ butane flow
Guess they need a motherfucker, blue flame cold
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up early in the mornin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mix marijuana with the coffee (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Ash on the floor in my apartment (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just burnt a hole in the carpet (Yeah, yeah)
I am not a man, I'm a martian (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' round in a flying saucer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter (Yeah, yeah)
How the hell could I not change
Denzel, Ray Allen, yeah I got game
Feeling' like rap wayne not Rock Wayne
Breaking down a big rock, yeah I got Dwayne
And I got good gas, I octane
Y'all love when they gossip and drop names
You could suck my dick though, count up my crypto
Fuck around and bought the whole blockchains, yeah, yeah
No, I'm not settling back in LA
I was broke as I ever been
I had to stay on the floor of the residence, what can I say?
Now, the flow even better
I told 'em I won't let that slow my development
Honestly, that got me mowing my element
Yeah, that's the truth and I know you embellish it
You unintelligent, I don't say nothing
I know you 'gon tell 'em shit, ah
Been on a move, I'm barely at home
I still got my number and area code
Still got a touch of Burberry cologne
Still got a stash like I buried a bone
Payback, borrowed money
Last year I got new money, Not old money
This year give me ten year Votto money
Lookin' like I won the motherfucking lotto money, I love that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up early in the mornin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mix marijuana with the coffee (Yeah, yeah yeah)
Ash on the floor in my apartment (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just burnt a hole in the carpet (Yeah, yeah)
I am not a man, I'm a martian (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' round in a flying saucer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drippin' like I'm walking out the sauna (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch you call me daddy, not my daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Calvin Scruby, Corbett Dustin James
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