Martian Musik E

This a Chain Gang exclusive. PVP. I'm in a spaceship with some Martians. Glock is hitting all targets. Beef, he don't wanna start it. My neck is cold like the Arctic. Four-four bulldog is barking. Having more sand than a Sharpie. White coupe pop out of the darkness. I'm in that water on some shark shit. I got a sharp shooter. He keep a long ruler. My wrist a whole cooler, but I still need A Frank Muller. I'm living life like a bandit. Don't think that you could understand it. I do not keep up with the antics, but I do keep some bricks in the attic. I hop out, I'm making 'em panic. Finessing, I'm claiming for his Patek. The spaceship it came with some gadgets. I'm from a whole 'nother planet. I eat the Perc' like it's candy. Finessing her cheek like she Sandy. I got more trophies than Andy. I just stepped from the moon. Got the block hotter than June. Counting fifty in my Yeezy boots. And that ass is cut off of this boo. Born to win, tell me how can I lose? Born to win, tell me how can I lose? I'm in a spaceship with some Martians. Glock is hitting all targets. Beef, don't wanna start it. My neck is cold like the Arctic. Four-four bulldog is barking. I'm having more sand than a Sharpie. White coupe pop out of the darkness. I'm in that water on some shark shit. I got a sharp shooter. He keep a long ruler. My wrist a whole cooler, but I still need A Frank Muller. I'm living life like a bandit. Don't think that you could understand it. I do not keep up with the antics, but I do keep some bricks in the attic. I put my thumb in her butt. Told her, "Little baby, don't panic." We getting some straps as a parent. Huh, I just wanna shoot my clear. Big stick, no pellet. He need to bend it like Nelly. Baby in blood like tampon. I know that she smell it. Hop in the Audi and left him. My partner Crip, he a Lefty. Hoe with the ass ain't hefty. Big shotgun too heavy. Name my kid no daddy. Uh, I'm on the drill and addy. Huh, I do my drum when you ready. I'm 'bout to take off the Jetsons. I'm in a spaceship with some Martians. Glock is hitting all targets. Beef, don't wanna start it. My neck is cold like the Arctic. Four-four bulldog is barking. I'm having more sand than a Sharpie. White coupe pop out of the darkness. I'm in that water on some shark shit. I got a sharp shooter. He keep a long ruler. My wrist a whole cooler, but I still need A Frank Muller. I'm living life like a bandit. Don't think that you could understand it. I do not keep up with the antics, but I do keep some bricks in the attic.