Lyrics Iya - scaletta feat. I.S

I'm traumatized
Hit a boy first, so now he knows
Did it so smooth, I'm a criminal
MJ gave him a thriller, woah
Gave your girl that feeling now
Stars are past the ceiling now
Higher than Cloud 9
We be chilling with the planets like SpaceX
Seeing aliens out of this world
I relate to that
UFO, a spinning dial, Triple 6 in that
Heaven or Hell, you'll end up, now do you believe in that

In the morning, wake up, then it's sworn in
Don't stop till your soul is burning
Most high, and it's like I'm a target
Got a bounty like 3 million
Keep my head upright, I'm a soldier
But we're marching to the millions
Told that girl kiss me through the phone
Tony Montana's at home
Maison Margiela on the kicks, I spent like 3, 4, 5, 6 bills on my own
No bulletproof vest, you're like Donkey Kong
Just an ape with a silly tongue
No money to your name, you're a silly clown
I'm not Georgie, you're gonna drown
Xs and Os is how we turn up
Popping X pills till we burn up
Sckameen Wyrering cheques
International friends
Xs and Os will never end
6 figures before I could ever pay tax
Was a general in my city
Was 14 and busy counting racks
Before the Qs ask P Diddy
Come before or is he spitting facts
Nobody knows what happened, just like nobody knows who killed Tupac

Okay, Alright
'Cause I already know I'm the one
And I do this shit just for fun
You man there can try this shit
Nah, take one step and you're done
You man are broke, you ain't got the funds
Stacking my bands on my ones
I spend it on mags ands switches and drums
We got the skeng and I aim for his dome
I came all the way on my own
I don't like new niggas in my zone
When I step I carry it tucked
Them man ain't active, them man there a joke
Them man some dickheads, them man moving slow
Okay, it's up
It's me and the mandem, wassup
This ting keeps on chatting, said she's into rocks
All of a sudden she's giving us top
She's spilling the wock, bitch go get a mop
She call me a real nigga then call me a slut
You better be gone by 7 o'clock
'Cause you're not my main bitch, lil whore
I'm only here 'cause I'm bored
You're with that new nigga, he's a fraud
I'm in a big body, he's in a Ford
Did you tell him we piped in your Honda Accord?
Rockin' that new shit, you can't afford
Balenci Balenci Balenci
Rockin that uh-

Hit a boy first, so now he knows
Did it so smooth, I'm a criminal
MJ gave him a thriller, woah
Gave your girl that feeling now
Stars are past the ceiling now
Higher than Cloud 9
We be chilling with the planets like SpaceX
Seeing aliens out of this world
I relate to that
UFO, a spinning dial, Triple 6 in that
Heaven or Hell, you'll end up, now do you believe in that