A Trip 2 Mars by Martian Mars Lyrics
(X2 Look at that nigga
Pass the blunt nigga damn
That nigga going crazy
I rolled that)
(Hook)
( hey It's the Martian )
(Look)
Vlone on my shirt
And Vlone in my blunt
No this ain’t no regular runtz
(It ain't)
The choppa it came with a beam
(Got damn)
It a turn a nigga to a skunk
(He stank)
Designer my fashion
They think imma model
You know that I’m dripping baby
Before it come out I already got it
They think I’m hitting the designer
Right wrist on bust down s/o to mike
Trap did a nigga right
Pop perc now I’m right on the moonnnn
Do you want a shorne
(Yes Sir)
Let’s a trip to Mars
Girl we don’t need a car
(We don't)
Yeah we don’t need a car
(Look)
I might beam a hoe up on my space ship
I might pay for the lil hoe a butt but
She gotta be slut
Lil baby nasty she gone eat up the nut
Just like a squirrel
I’m on acid
I think I just seen a giraffe
But I’m sitting in the condo
The perc got me tripping
This ain’t my pecrpition
But I been popping them
This shit got me outta of my body
I really am tripping
I think I’m on Mars
In my whip but I’m looking at stars
SRT Scat pack when we racing
These niggas is cap
Ain't running no trap
Roll a backwood like a baseball bat
Catch a lot of cap like all I sell is hats
I'm high as fuck just seen invader zim
Just rolled a fonta
Stuffed a ten
Getting money with my ponta them
Like this was 08
I just cracked the code
I'm in the safe
Got racks to my face
I get the cheese like a rat
But you won't find my name on paper work
(Hook)
( hey It's the Martian )
(Look)
Vlone on my shirt
And Vlone in my blunt
No this ain’t no regular runtz
(It ain't)
The choppa it came with a beam
(Got damn)
It a turn a nigga to a skunk
(He stank)
Designer my fashion
They think imma model
You know that I’m dripping baby
Before it come out I already got it
They think I’m hitting the designer
Right wrist on bust down s/o to mike
Trap did a nigga right
Pop perc now I’m right on the moonnnn
Do you want a shorne
(Yes Sir)
Let’s a trip to Mars
Girl we don’t need a car
(We don't)
Yeah we don’t need a car
Pass the blunt nigga damn
That nigga going crazy
I rolled that)
(Hook)
( hey It's the Martian )
(Look)
Vlone on my shirt
And Vlone in my blunt
No this ain’t no regular runtz
(It ain't)
The choppa it came with a beam
(Got damn)
It a turn a nigga to a skunk
(He stank)
Designer my fashion
They think imma model
You know that I’m dripping baby
Before it come out I already got it
They think I’m hitting the designer
Right wrist on bust down s/o to mike
Trap did a nigga right
Pop perc now I’m right on the moonnnn
Do you want a shorne
(Yes Sir)
Let’s a trip to Mars
Girl we don’t need a car
(We don't)
Yeah we don’t need a car
(Look)
I might beam a hoe up on my space ship
I might pay for the lil hoe a butt but
She gotta be slut
Lil baby nasty she gone eat up the nut
Just like a squirrel
I’m on acid
I think I just seen a giraffe
But I’m sitting in the condo
The perc got me tripping
This ain’t my pecrpition
But I been popping them
This shit got me outta of my body
I really am tripping
I think I’m on Mars
In my whip but I’m looking at stars
SRT Scat pack when we racing
These niggas is cap
Ain't running no trap
Roll a backwood like a baseball bat
Catch a lot of cap like all I sell is hats
I'm high as fuck just seen invader zim
Just rolled a fonta
Stuffed a ten
Getting money with my ponta them
Like this was 08
I just cracked the code
I'm in the safe
Got racks to my face
I get the cheese like a rat
But you won't find my name on paper work
(Hook)
( hey It's the Martian )
(Look)
Vlone on my shirt
And Vlone in my blunt
No this ain’t no regular runtz
(It ain't)
The choppa it came with a beam
(Got damn)
It a turn a nigga to a skunk
(He stank)
Designer my fashion
They think imma model
You know that I’m dripping baby
Before it come out I already got it
They think I’m hitting the designer
Right wrist on bust down s/o to mike
Trap did a nigga right
Pop perc now I’m right on the moonnnn
Do you want a shorne
(Yes Sir)
Let’s a trip to Mars
Girl we don’t need a car
(We don't)
Yeah we don’t need a car