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UFO Video (MV)




Performed By: Paycheck
Length: 3:02
Written by: Ryan Pechacek




Paycheck - UFO Lyrics




Rockin a stage, rockin a mic
15 but you know I'll put up a fight
Imma sabotage everyone that ever doubted
And imma keep doin this ish til I die
Don't ever try to come cross me with lyrics
Or I'll send you stumbling with no place to hide
We got different mindsets, you Jekyll, I'm Hyde
When I grew I up I knew that I couldn't confide
Put me on the spotlight, imma fly top flight, hit the ground running quick like (bam)
Watch me hit the drop right, imma hit a hoplite, slow the game down like a cop light (bam)
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq, but it ain't, how I do it so fast? You know Iran! (I ran)
Man I came up on the scene with a plan
I ain't gonna leave til I go super sayan

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow

Life turned bliss as I hit the page
And the haters come back man they see the fame
But we ain't there yet, gotta switch the lane
When I'm at full speed, then you can't contain
My energy, you a lame to me
Saying "oh he's a kid", don't complain to me
There ain't nothing you could ever do to change what
I got on my mind, y these people always fake to me
All these people they be hitting my line they like what is the deal with ya socials my dude
So i hit them back and tell em i dont need distractions cause music's my medicine fool
In a few weeks I'll be flying to LA
And makin good music to come out and top
All competition I don't permission to write all these written's and make em all bop

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow

Run my bag
Like I run my stacks
You run your mouth
You a piece of trash
I don't mess with fakes
Cause they always lame
These people on me
Cause they want my fame
Big mistake, run the state
Door to door like its real estate
Shout it out, thats without a doubt
Ask anybody say I got the town
That's not what I'm about
I ain't in it for the clout
Not like them industry cats, yea
I put you dogs in the pound
I'mma go let it all out, yea
You a snitch you ain't coming around
You is lost, you won't ever be found, yea
Only liked cause you got all the loud

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
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Rockin a stage, rockin a mic
15 but you know I'll put up a fight
Imma sabotage everyone that ever doubted
And imma keep doin this ish til I die
Don't ever try to come cross me with lyrics
Or I'll send you stumbling with no place to hide
We got different mindsets, you Jekyll, I'm Hyde
When I grew I up I knew that I couldn't confide
Put me on the spotlight, imma fly top flight, hit the ground running quick like (bam)
Watch me hit the drop right, imma hit a hoplite, slow the game down like a cop light (bam)
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq, but it ain't, how I do it so fast? You know Iran! (I ran)
Man I came up on the scene with a plan
I ain't gonna leave til I go super sayan

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow

Life turned bliss as I hit the page
And the haters come back man they see the fame
But we ain't there yet, gotta switch the lane
When I'm at full speed, then you can't contain
My energy, you a lame to me
Saying "oh he's a kid", don't complain to me
There ain't nothing you could ever do to change what
I got on my mind, y these people always fake to me
All these people they be hitting my line they like what is the deal with ya socials my dude
So i hit them back and tell em i dont need distractions cause music's my medicine fool
In a few weeks I'll be flying to LA
And makin good music to come out and top
All competition I don't permission to write all these written's and make em all bop

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow

Run my bag
Like I run my stacks
You run your mouth
You a piece of trash
I don't mess with fakes
Cause they always lame
These people on me
Cause they want my fame
Big mistake, run the state
Door to door like its real estate
Shout it out, thats without a doubt
Ask anybody say I got the town
That's not what I'm about
I ain't in it for the clout
Not like them industry cats, yea
I put you dogs in the pound
I'mma go let it all out, yea
You a snitch you ain't coming around
You is lost, you won't ever be found, yea
Only liked cause you got all the loud

Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
Flying in my UFO
I ain't stopping til I hit the floor
Man these people keep on askin for more
So I gas em while I'm driving slow
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Writer: Ryan Pechacek
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