Wit My alien(the actual fucking lyrics) Yeat

[Intro]
(Aye Mino, is this catchy?)

[Chorus]
Riding round the(eeh) CLA, yeah got drop not the top (Yeah)
It's 2021 but I still sip wock
Slur my words I barely could even talk to 'em (To 'em, to 'em)
Slur my words I barely could even talk to 'em (Talk to 'em, to 'em)
All these racks, these shit got to 'em (Yeah)
Feel like a disciple, I feel like god to 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, peel off 30 deep (Phew, phew), de-part
Don't mistake the jeep for the jaguar(Skrrt)
Count this money in my sleep, I'm a rack-tard (Ooh)
She say "Yes I like the jeep, I like the fast one" (Swerve)
No, none of my diamonds cheap, they not the glass ones
Yeah, I be geeked up with my spiders, my tarantulas (Yeah)
Yeah, I be geeked up with my aliens, smoking plasma (Yuh)
I seen a kid go smoke a perc, now he got asthma (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Draco hit your head it give you cancer (Yeah)

[Bridge]
I seen a good girl shake some ass, she not no dancer (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Let's go