Martian Musik

Lyrics

[Intro] (This a Chain Gang exclusive) (PVP) [Chorus: ATL Smook] I'm in the spaceship with some martians Glock, it's hitting all targets Beef, he don't wanna start it My neck is cold like the arctic .44 bulldog, it's barking I'm having more scent than a sharpie White coupe pop out of the darkness I'm in that water on some shark shit I got a sharpshooter He keep a long ruler My wrist a whole cooler But I still need a Franck Muller I'm living life like a bandit Don't think that you could understand it I do not keep up with the antics But I do keep some bricks in the attic [Verse 1: ATL Smook] I hop out, I'm makin' 'em panic Finessin' him clean for his Patek The spaceship, it came wit' some gadgets I'm from a whole 'nother planet I eat the Perc' like it's candy Finessin' her cheeks like some Sandy I got more troops than Andy I just touched down from the moon Got the block hotter than June Counted fifty in my Yeezy Boots In that Aston, skrt off with his boo Wanna win, tell me, how can I lose? Wanna win, tell me, how can I lose? [Chorus: ATL Smook] I'm in the spaceship with some martians Glock, it's hitting all targets Beef, he don't wanna start it My neck is cold like the arctic .44 bulldog, it's barking I'm having more scent than a sharpie White coupe pop out of the darkness I'm in that water on some shark shit I got a sharpshooter He keep a long ruler My wrist a whole cooler But I still need a Franck Muller I'm living life like a bandit Don't think that you could understand it I do not keep up with the antics But I do keep some bricks in the attic [Verse 2: Skip GoCar] I put my thumb in her butt, told her, "Lil' baby, don't panic" We got them straps, that's apparent I just might shoot the Moncler Big stick, no pellet He hit the belly like Melly Baby, I'm blood like tampon, I know that you smell it Hop in that Audi and left 'em My partner a crip, he a leftie I don't want the ass it ain't hefty Big shotgun, tote heavy But they my kid, no daddy I'm on the drugs, an addict Hunned round drum, are you ready? I'm 'bout to takeoff like Jetsons [Chorus: ATL Smook] I'm in the spaceship with some martians Glock, it's hitting all targets Beef, he don't wanna start it My neck is cold like the arctic .44 bulldog, it's barking I'm having more scent than a sharpie White coupe pop out of the darkness I'm in that water on some shark shit I got a sharpshooter He keep a long ruler My wrist a whole cooler But I still need a Franck Muller I'm living life like a bandit Don't think that you could understand it I do not keep up with the antics But I do keep some bricks in the attic