E.T. (R.I.P. ACE)

Off white on my whip

In the sky just like I'm Sora bitch

Fuck her then I dip

I act like I don't even know the bitch

Glocky on my hip

Just like BPD it got a switch

Like GTA with all this money

Now I got a glitch

I'm extra terrestrial, call me Celestial

We ran a train right on your bitch I had to let you know

You crossed me I had to let you go

I like bitches who hypersexual

I been stacking up my greens

I'm addicted to the vegetables

Baby turn that bass up I don't give a fuck about the decibels

I'm a billionaire baby, I count count commas no not no decimals

I'm a real rockstar, R.I.P to Ace had to let you know

I'mma put on a show for you baby, know I'm a spectacle

Baby turn that bass up I don't give a fuck about the decibels

I'm a real rockstar, R.I.P to Ace had to let you know

R.I.P that legend

He up there with the rest of them

I'm speeding through this music

Just tryna get up next to him

That boy be talking stupid

I might just put a hex on him

I love my diamonds Cuban

You know I had to flex on 'em

Bite down on that molly (RAH!)

Come through t-rex on 'em

DUI, I drink and drive

I get drunk and I text on 'em

I'm high and I'm bored baby, uh

Let's go have sex again

I'm a billionaire like Luthor baby

I'mma go and Lex on 'em

Feeling just like E.T bae, I'm far from home

But I'm tryna phone back to you

Tryna phone back to you, ah

Pick up my call, I'll kiss you through the phone

Baby you know I'm attached to you

Know I'm attached to you, ah

Blood all on my body, kill me softly

Bury me up in my grave, my grave, my grave, my grave

So many hoes up on my body, sorry bae

I just don't know how to behave, behave, behave, behave (RAH!)

Baby turn that bass up I don't give a fuck about the decibels