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Extraterrestrial Video (MV)




Performed By: T2
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: T 2




T2 - Extraterrestrial Lyrics
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Can't trust that boy cause he actin real skeptical
Yo glocky fake we know it's a collectible
Rap on the beat like it's extraterrestrial
You got a glocky but will not go shoot that
They play my music cause they know it's too gas
That boy switched up now he known as a rat
You'll only stay 'round till my pockets get fat
We leave a mark but we ain't leaving no rash
Can't trust that girl she getting way too attached
His music stuck in the past like he been lagged
Chasin' him down but we ain't playing no tag
He acting weird like who taught him how to act
He ain't finna go up, he in the way back
Wait till I run it up, get me a big bag
Your song won't blow up you still needa mix that
Needed your help but where did you go
He keep playing, he put on a show
He ain't locked in he ain't on his toes
He too busy capping bout them poles
Take all yo stuff now we switching roles
Would take yo chain but it's all fake gold
100° outside but my neck still cold
She fiending like she in a chokehold
Wait, that boy he keep talking, like he swear that he invincible
Acting like you didn't know me, like I'm just invisible
I'm gon be right at the top, like I'm just at my pinnacle
We all up inside his house but we ain't on our tippie toes
Yeah your music it ain't nothing, go take down your insta post
He talk down like one more time, you know that boy he really toast
I can't trust nobody else, like I can't trust what I been told
Don't need your help, need nobody else like stop tryna talk to me
He showing the glock like it's show and tell, like who are you tryna be
Like you just a clone you the same for real like you just a wanna be
I can't trust a hoe they ain't got me well, like stop tryna call with me
We caught you lacking like say your goodbyes
Me and gang we up, we on the rise
He wouldn't shoot if his life on the line
Cause he ain't that good with the time
He cannot rap he just trying to rhyme
He can not hang with me, one of a kind
She tried to play me I see through your lies
(Tried to play me I see through your lies)
Can't trust that boy cause he actin real skeptical
Yo glocky fake we know it's a collectible
Rap on the beat like it's extraterrestrial
You got a glocky but will not go shoot that
They play my music cause they know it's too gas
That boy switched up now he known as a rat
You'll only stay 'round till my pockets get fat
We leave a mark but we ain't leaving no rash
Can't trust that girl she getting way too attached
His music stuck in the past like he been lagged
Chasin' him down but we ain't playing no tag
He acting weird like who taught him how to act
He ain't finna go up, he in the way back
Wait till I run it up, get me a big bag
Your song won't blow up you still needa mix that
Needed your help but where did you go
He keep playing, he put on a show
He ain't locked in he ain't on his toes
He too busy capping bout them poles
Take all yo stuff now we switching roles
Would take yo chain but it's all fake gold
100° outside but my neck still cold
She fiending like she in a chokehold
Wait, that boy he keep talking, like he swear that he invincible
Acting like you didn't know me, like I'm just invisible
I'm gon be right at the top, like I'm just at my pinnacle
We all up inside his house but we ain't on our tippie toes
Yeah your music it ain't nothing, go take down your insta post
He talk down like one more time, you know that boy he really toast
I can't trust nobody else, like I can't trust what I been told
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English

Can't trust that boy cause he actin real skeptical
Yo glocky fake we know it's a collectible
Rap on the beat like it's extraterrestrial
You got a glocky but will not go shoot that
They play my music cause they know it's too gas
That boy switched up now he known as a rat
You'll only stay 'round till my pockets get fat
We leave a mark but we ain't leaving no rash
Can't trust that girl she getting way too attached
His music stuck in the past like he been lagged
Chasin' him down but we ain't playing no tag
He acting weird like who taught him how to act
He ain't finna go up, he in the way back
Wait till I run it up, get me a big bag
Your song won't blow up you still needa mix that
Needed your help but where did you go
He keep playing, he put on a show
He ain't locked in he ain't on his toes
He too busy capping bout them poles
Take all yo stuff now we switching roles
Would take yo chain but it's all fake gold
100° outside but my neck still cold
She fiending like she in a chokehold
Wait, that boy he keep talking, like he swear that he invincible
Acting like you didn't know me, like I'm just invisible
I'm gon be right at the top, like I'm just at my pinnacle
We all up inside his house but we ain't on our tippie toes
Yeah your music it ain't nothing, go take down your insta post
He talk down like one more time, you know that boy he really toast
I can't trust nobody else, like I can't trust what I been told
Don't need your help, need nobody else like stop tryna talk to me
He showing the glock like it's show and tell, like who are you tryna be
Like you just a clone you the same for real like you just a wanna be
I can't trust a hoe they ain't got me well, like stop tryna call with me
We caught you lacking like say your goodbyes
Me and gang we up, we on the rise
He wouldn't shoot if his life on the line
Cause he ain't that good with the time
He cannot rap he just trying to rhyme
He can not hang with me, one of a kind
She tried to play me I see through your lies
(Tried to play me I see through your lies)
Can't trust that boy cause he actin real skeptical
Yo glocky fake we know it's a collectible
Rap on the beat like it's extraterrestrial
You got a glocky but will not go shoot that
They play my music cause they know it's too gas
That boy switched up now he known as a rat
You'll only stay 'round till my pockets get fat
We leave a mark but we ain't leaving no rash
Can't trust that girl she getting way too attached
His music stuck in the past like he been lagged
Chasin' him down but we ain't playing no tag
He acting weird like who taught him how to act
He ain't finna go up, he in the way back
Wait till I run it up, get me a big bag
Your song won't blow up you still needa mix that
Needed your help but where did you go
He keep playing, he put on a show
He ain't locked in he ain't on his toes
He too busy capping bout them poles
Take all yo stuff now we switching roles
Would take yo chain but it's all fake gold
100° outside but my neck still cold
She fiending like she in a chokehold
Wait, that boy he keep talking, like he swear that he invincible
Acting like you didn't know me, like I'm just invisible
I'm gon be right at the top, like I'm just at my pinnacle
We all up inside his house but we ain't on our tippie toes
Yeah your music it ain't nothing, go take down your insta post
He talk down like one more time, you know that boy he really toast
I can't trust nobody else, like I can't trust what I been told
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