'Mothership' se estrenó en 2018. Este tema está incluido en el disco 'GNAR LiF3'
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Mothership
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
100 bands won't fold
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I might die for this, really believe it's my time for this
Not from earth, some other shit, waitin' on my mothership
I'm the man now, yeah I got some bands now
Never had no handouts
You can have my whole town
Suck the gang dick cause she think we famous
People sayin' I made it
Only thing that changed is, changin' whips
Gnar and his lastest shit
Stainless guwop, my loaded shit
Won't ever catch me in the VIP
Unless I'm paid to be there
Shittin' on you on you ni***
Gnarlysick is diarrhea
Brought a rari to the hood
To let the homie drive it
Chopper sing Mariah
I would never lose it
Momma raised a fighter
Bring the gas out
I'ma need a lighter
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Testarossa
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you