Martian Musik

[Intro]
(This a Chain Gang exclusive)
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[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