kurt hazard – human/alien lyrics
[hook]
i hit the trap spot
i’m in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot
i hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
pop up like wherever, pull the bl!cky out the stash box
i just picked the
i picked the pad lock
no n+gga you ain’t in the field you the mascot
she say i’m even prettier in person, got her back shot
smoking op pack, light the sh+t up f+ck a matchbox
f+ck a matchbox aye
[verse 1: kurt hazard]
aye f+ck that sh+t i’m gone
walking l!ck, i went and mixed the ksubi with the chrome
delorean don’t touch the ground it float like a ufo
he won’t leave the crib so now we on the porch like we the gnomes
bl!cky in the tote, ricky in the scope
i went and bulletproofed the whip like i ride with the pope
i’m in the spot you oughta watch your b+tch and watch your tone
raf simons sweater on my body with the patches sewn
extendo on the stick, huh
i let it hit
i feel like morty way i’m always with the rick
don’t try and group me with these boys i’m too legit, i’m too legit
she neck me while i pour up in the uber lit, it’s stupid lit
like okay, heartless in that comme des
young n+gga with an attitude lil b+tch i feel o’shea
big chopper right next to the bookcase that’s just for the feng shui
i’m doing sh+t that they i wouldn’t like h+ll had a cold day, guess h+ll had a cold day
[hook]
i’m in the trap spot
i’m in the booth, whipping up like it’s a crack pot
i hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
pop up like wherever, pull the bl!cky out the stash box
i just picked the+
no
i picked the pad lock
no n+gga you ain’t in the field you the mascot
she say i’m even prettier in person, got her back shot
smoking op pack, light the sh+t up f+ck a matchbox
f+ck a matchbox aye
[verse 2: boci]
they tryna get inside my head i can’t let ’em
had to mix the gucci scarf and gucci sweater
i can’t stop doing these drugs they make me better
i can’t hate that b+tch she make me better
pouring up that cup it turn me to a villain yeah
i can see the hate but why, we clearly winning yeah
i just hit up sak’s and i just got my drip in yeah
b+tches know i’m not no regular civilian yeah
i let the money stack
lil b+tch do no talking got them runners like a running back
she wanna f+ck then run it back
got them drums like thundercat
leave them boys like who is that
boci, get that green like yoshi
i sip that wok that codeine
i hawk ’em quick like tony
i’m with the gang not dollie
i got the strap right on me, geez
all this dirty money’s gon make me bleed bleed bleed
so they watch how i maneuver how i weave weave weave cause
[hook]
i’m in the trap spot
i’m in the booth, whipping up like a crack pot
i hit ya shawty she act like she hit the jackpot
pop up like wherever, pull the bl!cky out the stash box
i just picked the+
“you didn’t need to k!ll that policeman”
i picked the pad lock
no n+gga you ain’t in the field you the mascot
she say i’m even prettier in person, got her back shot
smoking op pack, light the sh+t up f+ck a matchbox
f+ck a matchbox aye
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