Corolla

Welcome to Boys on Mars
Hope you enjoy the trip

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Kat Lightning made it, ya dig)

I'm up in that cat with lil Kat
We gon' spend a rack
We up into Saks, I can't lack
Cleezy on my back
And that lil' boy, he wack
We gon' get him tagged
Just came back from China, I got jetlag
Cough cough I'm sick, no Corona
No Thugger Thugger, my brother a stoner
Character driven, you know I am the owner
Chopper gon' hit him now he is a donor
Hе can't compare to me, he is a lonеr
I'm in the front of the 'Vette with Lil Fazo
And you in the back of that little Corolla

Talking all tough on the internet, we
Just gon' pull on your block
Make that lil' boy go hush
I gotta get to this bag, money ain't slow
But you know that I'm in a rush
I am not going out sad, biting my flow
And you know that shit is just tough
Now we popping them tags
On designer clothes 'cause
You know that shit is a must
Run to the bag, okay, okay
I'm shooting like Kobe when I'm in the clutch
She telling me to come over 'cause she like
The way that I hit it, damn
Hitting it rough
You wanted smoke, we got XD's
We shoot at your lungs and that shit
Ain't gon' feel like a puff
You said that you want some
Problems and then we gon'
Pull to your block and we know it's a bluff

(Woo) yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah