E.T. Lyrics by Ro$ama
Come on, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me (Ooh, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me
Come on, baby
Paid the lawyer and the court fines
Hoping me and bro both shine (Uh)
Think my bitch cheatin’ on me, probably lost her to a nigga that got more time
C10 with the seat covers
Inside look like peanut butter
Know some smackers that’ll make it happen for a Perc’ 30 and Fendi buckle
Pray my brother see the light of day (Day)
‘Cause his son never seen his face (Never)
Talk to PB every day, trying to make him laugh and keep the pain away (Uh)
Helping Colin, hate to see him worse
Bullet wounds, bro, I know it hurt (Know it hurt)
‘Posed to make the league, didn’t catch his dream
So he driving trucks, trying to stay alert
Put his son in the ground (In the ground)
And balloons on his grave (Grave)
I couldn’t stop the thunder in his head or the rain on his face
Ex think I should be bigger (Bigger)
I just hope that people hear my lyrics (My lyrics)
Last year, I had twin daughters, so I grind harder ’cause it feel different (Feel different)
Ooh, yeah, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me
Come on— come on—
Ooh, yeah, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me
Come on— come on—
Mama tell me, “Baby, do what’s best for you” (Uh-huh)
In the class, moving work like it was testable (Testable)
Shoebox money feel more accessible
Moon diamonds, chain look extra terrestrial (Tight)
Doing fifty, clutching four-five (Five)
Cup the color of the storm on Fortnite (Sick)
Shopping sprees daily, bringing bags I [1:39][?] (Huh)
Still got it rolling, good wheel, front tires (Skrrt)
Chain on heavy (Heavy)
Dope boy presi’ (Presi’)
Pants on swole, pockets look like beer bellies (Fat)
Baddies in the section (Section)
Yelling, “Go bestie” (Bestie)
Liquor in they liver, stickin’ dick in they intestines (Uh)
And I’m like raw, then fuckin’ without a Magnum (Huh)
They just went gold, but I just went triple platinum (Platinum)
Instagram famous, it’s bitches under my caption (Caption)
Hotter than lighter fluid, gasoline, and some matches (Goddamn)
Mama tell me, “Baby, do what’s best for you” (Uh-huh)
In the class, moving work like it was testable (Testable)
Shoebox money feel more accessible
Moon diamonds, chain look extra terrestrial (I do it)
Ooh, yeah, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me
Come on— come on—
Ooh, yeah, baby
You got me, you got me, you got me
Come on, baby
