I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I′m tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neckGot lot of them bitches that curb, ayy
Always I flex, purple baguettes
Baby you know I′m from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin', uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck
Got lot of them bitches hit that curb, ayy
Always I flex, purple baguettes
Baby you know I′m from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
You niggas blur the pot, uh (Pot)
You niggas worth a lot, uh (Lot)
I got some commas, I′ll take care of mama
Ain't promised tomorrow, no
I keep them choppers on deck, yeah
Chanel on my shirt, it the best, yeah
Broke boy, you makin′ a mess
Stick he approachin', you niggas get wet (Drip)
Glam on my nigga, you slept on
They love you but disappear
Skydweller my wrist ′cause I'm never here
They ghosted the whip ′cause I never steer
Two bitches addicted to eatin' flesh
A lot goin' on but we sayin′ less
They buy the plan B at the CVS
I′m shootin' mutha fuckers down, don′t need a vest
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin′, uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck
Got lot of them bitches that curb, ayy
Always i flex, purple baguettes
Baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the drippin′ in Barneys
I roll up like Hardy, my guy
Pack hittin' just like the mains
When we leave for tour, I might loft
Always I flex, purple baguettes
Baby you know I'm from Mars (Flex)
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
She playin′ chess, Teflon that vest
And I smoke gas when I′m stressed
Make his own fees, call the police
All because my scent's a threat
Damage and learn, hand up her skirt
Leave all the afro′s and lean
My friends are deceased, that's why
I′m so blue when I count up my Franks, yeah
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin′, uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck
Got lot of them bitches that curb, ayy
Always I flex, purple baguettes, baby you know I'm from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
I can get used to the trip in designer
Got powder, reached out while I'm tourin′, uh
Shout my main flex, iced out my neck
Got lot of them bitches that curb, ayy
Always I flex, purple baguettes
Baby you know I′m from Mars
Flex on my ex, never regret, ice on my chest, yeah
Yeah
