Mothership lyrics

[Intro]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah, it's a Testarossa
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Hundred bands won't fold

[Chorus]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah, it's a Testarossa
I got a Rollie, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the Tec, yeah, for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah, the fam, yeah, that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands, try the next dude

[Refrain]
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

[Verse]
I might die for this, really believe it's my time for this
Not from earth, some other sh*t, waitin' on my mothership
I'm the man now, yeah, I got some bands now
Never had no handouts
You can have my whole town
Suck the gang di*k 'cause she think we famous
People sayin' I made it
Only thing that changed is, changin' whips
Gnar and his lastest sh*t
Stainless guwop, my loaded sh*t
Won't ever catch me in the VIP
Unless I'm paid to be there
sh*ttin' on you on you n*gga
Gnarly sick as diarrhea
Brought a 'Rari to the hood
To let the homie drive it
Chopper sing Mariah
I would never lose it
Momma raised a fighter
Bring the gas out I'ma need a lighter
[Refrain]
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
Hundred bands and you gotta hit the next dude
Hundred bands and you gotta hit the next dude

[Chorus]
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah, it's a Testarossa
I got a Rollie, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the Tec, yeah, for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah, the fam, yeah, that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands, try the next dude

[Outro]
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you