Lil Gnar - Mothership

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yeah, it's a Tesla roadster
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
A hunnid bands won't fold

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yeah, it's a Tesla roadster
I got a Rollie, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the 'Tech, that's for my anxiety
Gnarcotic Gang, be 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' loose feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

I might die for this
Really believe it's my time for this
Not from earth, some other shit
Waitin' on my mothership
I'm the man now, yeah, I got some bands now
Never ask for no handouts
You can have my whole town
Suck the gang dick 'cause she think we famous
People sayin' I made it
Only thing that changed is, changin' whips
Gnar and his lastest shit
Stainless guwop, on my loner shit
Won't ever catch me in the VIP
Unless I'm paid to be there
Shittin' on you on you nigga
Gnarlysick is diarrhea
Brought a 'Rari to the hood
To let the homie drive it
Chopper samurai it
I would never lose it
Mama raised a fighter
Bring the gas out
I'ma need a lighter, yeah

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
A hunnid bands and you gotta hit the next dude
A hunnid bands and you gotta hit the next dude

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yeah, it's a Tesla roadster
I got a Rollie, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the 'Tech, that's for my anxiety
Gnarcotic Gang, be 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' loose feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

Written by:
Caleb Sheppard, Danny Lee Snodgrass, Josh Petruccio

Publisher:
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