Jazz Cartier - • Xtra Terrestrial Lyrics

(? let me out)
Turn me up, yuh

If we on the team, we ain't sharin' different goals
We came from nothin' and we did it on our own
I appreciate the highs, can't forget about the lows
Young nigga steady comin' out the cold, woah
I need a milli by next year
Don't look for me when the check clear
I've been on cruise control
You really don't wanna see me on my next gear
On track, he make it louder
No love for you cowards
Why your face so sour?
I've just been takin' my chances
Turn my dungeon into a mansion
I Diddy bop in the Hamptons
And MMMBop by the Hansons
Big wolf on campus
Come pop it for the camera
Met a ting from Atlanta
Try to tell me she a dancer
And I keep my bidness in tabs
I say a prayer every morning
I keep them demons off my back
She say, "'Cuzzi please relax"
Go and tell 'em I'm relaxed
And everyday I'm spittin' facts, yeah

I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space)
The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case)
Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know)
Situation's gettin' sticky (yah)
My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with the blicky)
Young nigga from the city
Shit, it's really hard to miss me, yeah

Ay, ay, ay
I got a penny for thought (yeah)
Look at the niggas that came at Jacuzzi
Promise you many have lost (lost)
We are not losing this toss (yeah)
I keep my bags in the vault (yeah)
Say you a real nigga but my shit pile high, never your fault
Livin' by cause and effect
I'ma go grind for the check
We gon' pull up in the Porsche
Then we gon' leave in the jet
Then we gon' even a bet, ay
I see you talkin' instead of makin' a record
But don't wanna see me obsessed
Momma, tellin' me I need sleep
Tell her, "I'm gonna sleep when I'm dead"
Bitches are losing their minds
I still come through with the time
She will not f*ck with a swine
The moment I f*ck her and leave her, Jacuzzi gon' be on her mind
You want my time you gotta pay
But I ain't payin' you no mind
I've been out of space, out of my mind

I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space)
The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case)
Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know)
Situation's gettin' sticky (yah)
My nigga rollin' with the blicky (my nigga rollin' with it)
Young nigga from the city
Shit, it's really hard to miss me, aye

I'm extra-terrestrial (I'm so outer space)
The plug, the professionnal (it's a cold case)
Niggas, they be blowin' smoke (oh woo, oh woo)
F*ck it, we gon' let 'em blow (let 'em know)
Situation's gettin' sticky (yah)
My nigga rollin' with the blicky (rollin' with the blicky, yah)
Young nigga from the city
Shit, it's really hard to miss me (aye)

Yeah, shh
Bases Loaded
'Cuzzi man, yeah