Terrance Escobar - Find Me On Mars (feat. GEEOHHS & TYLER BRADY)

Ayy, yuh

You can just find me on Mars
I told that lil' bitch, play your part
I pull off like it's Mario Kart
Oh, that bitch think she so smart
I'm way too high t like a star
He Can't even eat, he gon' starve
Nobody knows who you are
Don't run up, cause you won't make it far
Nan, one of you niggas go hard
She wan' fuck cause' my motherfuckin' car
My money so up, it's gettin' motherfuckin' large
If you run up, we gon' step like a march
I told my lil' bitch, don't motherfuckin' start

I'm always in motion, I never can park
My bitch is a trophy, a real piece of art
No, he don't know me, don't know who you are
This exotic i'm rolling, you smoke on a cart
These niggas be cap like a lid
How you gon' cap on the kid
I put racks in the safe, now that shit kinda big
No, I don't know who he is
He talk down on my name, he a motherfuckin' bitch
Put you down on some game, no, I never could snitch
I stayed down in the rain, nigga, trynna get rich
She go down, give me brain, that shit wet like a squid
She go down, give me brain, no, we never could kiss
I'ma just leave that to you
I got hundreds all on, they're green and they're blue
That money is coming, it's boosting my mood
I used to trap after school

You can just find me on Mars
I told that lil' bitch, play your part
I pull off like it's Mario Kart
Oh, that bitch think she so smart
I'm way too high t like a star
He Can't even eat, he gon' starve
Nobody knows who you are
Don't run up, cause you won't make it far
Nan, one of you niggas go hard
She wan' fuck cause' my motherfuckin' car
My money so up, it's gettin' motherfuckin' large
If you run up, we gon' step like a march
I told my lil' bitch, don't motherfuckin' start

He not gettin' no money, he trimm
Yeah, my pockets just went to the gym
Double it up, nigga, make a lil' flip
Double my cup, nigga, ready to sip
She double D'd up
Yeah, she can't with them tits
She go dumb as fuck like she tryna make a kid
I don't give a fuck, I don't care who you is
Roll that shit up, I get high like I'm Wiz
You need to take care of your biz
I Honestly, nigga, don't care about your bitch
I'm in that 550 Benz
I play with that check, i'ma get that shit in
I don't need no help, never held out my hand
Damn what the hell, nigga, acting like fans
Get bands by myself, no, I don't need no friends

You can just find me on Mars
I told that lil' bitch, play your part
I pull off like it's Mario Kart
Oh, that bitch think she so smart
I'm way too high t like a star
He Can't even eat, he gon' starve
Nobody knows who you are
Don't run up, cause you won't make it far
Nan, one of you niggas go hard
She wan' fuck cause' my motherfuckin' car
My money so up, it's gettin' motherfuckin' large
If you run up, we gon' step like a march
I told my lil' bitch, don't motherfuckin' start

Written by:
Terrance Jennings ii

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