Mothership - Lil Gnar

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 Rollie, 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 nigga

Gnarly sick as 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 Rollie, 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