Текст Key Glock – Mars

I get high go to Mars, Backwoods take me far
Bitch I party hard, I live like a rockstar
I hit the cup and nod, yeah, I’m up here wit’ God
I’m flyin’ in my drop, this a spaceship not a car

Yeah, I need my bread every crumb, if you playin’ then ya done
Blood shed, red rum, if I say it then it’s done
If I’m shootin’, bitch, I’m scorin’
Killin’ shit, pull the cord
Take yo’ bitch and make a porn, 3 tone chain, candy corn
Yup, in my white tee, that lil nigga icey
Come and get yo’ wifey, this bitch tryna bite me
These niggas don’t like me, I’m juiced up like Hi-C
You lil boys need high seats, we serve if you want beef
I’m ridin’ in some’ fast and you better know it’s foreign
I had to leave my last bitch ’cause that ho was just too boring
I walk up in the building, goddamn it started snowing
I fell asleep sippin’, fuck it I’ma keep pouring

I get high go to Mars, Backwoods take me far
Bitch I party hard, I live like a rockstar
I hit the cup and nod, yeah, I’m up here wit’ God
I’m flyin’ in my drop, this a spaceship not a car
I jus’ spent a 30 on a brand new Martian charm
I jus’ put a 30 in my brand new Russian gun
I jus’ smoked ’bout 30 blunts, it’s startin’ to hurt my lungs
I blow like a bomb, you niggas ain’t nun but bums

Smokin’ on Gelato wit’ yo’ ho