Mars lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Rodrigues]
Yuh, yuh
Bullet holes, that n*gga holy
Look down in my wallet green like Broly
Yeah, you n*ggas phony
I'm rock solid while you n*ggas acting like jabronis
You don't know me
I'm the type of n*gga turn it up like cochise
I'm a natural at it, so I don't need a coach please
I know more than you so you cannot coach me
Hit a taunt on n*gga I’m steady boasting
Raise a glass on a n*gga I’m steady toasting
If a n*gga got a problem then we roast him
My n*ggas on the east side beast coast sh*t and we stay coasting
She got my di*k wetted up I need a coaster
If she look like Ember imma ghost her
Electrifying like a bath and a toaster
She need face reality don't worry imma show her
Imma show her
I push sh*t around imma chauffer
Bought my b*tch a mink coat she gon' show fur
Off the pain killers n*ggas we don't show hurt
We don't show hurt
b*tch kinda lucky, 4 leaf clover
Ya b*tch kinda green just like an ogre
You not really who you seem it's overt
Damn it’s really over
[Hook: Sir, Rodrigues]
Yeah, what you want to do
I'm posted up with my clique and I feel like YouTube
Guns pointed at everyone, even you too
Get away from me, I already know what you do
What you do, what you do, what do you
Get away from me, I already know what you do
Yeah, what you want to do
I'm posted up with my clique and I feel like YouTube
Guns pointed at everyone, even you too
Get away from me, I already know what you do
What you do, what you do, what do you
Get away from me, I already know what you do