Area 51 ft. Matt Travers Lyrics

Cooking in the lab, leave the booth I'm looking tanned

Smoke smoke smoke

Light one up gone touch the sky

Cloudy room it got me fly

Fly

Fly

So I'm thinking of hoping around

Find some bunnies

Crack em up, give them the funnies

Maybe play round in some tummies

It's a mad mad plan

Get the halla ring the boys

They like chill, we'll be there in like 5

Left the crib back like an hour

By the way boy you

sound higher than a tower

Shit was harder than power

Had to let it breathe,It made me fucking cower

They like cool we gone hit it on the way then

Yea

We gone float into the bar

We gone turn the fuck up

Finna swim up in some liquor

Nab a bitch with a figure

Talking like I got some

Liquor in my system

Mixing with that Mary

It got me lit

It got me turnt

It got me turning up bih

It got me fucked up

It got me

It got me

It got me fucked up

It got me

It got me

It got me fucked up

It got me

It got me

It got me

Got me hazed up

Flight mode, way up

Eyes dropping like a low low

And she follow

Lotta punch so we out cold

Stone cold

Hybrid so gone twice

Twice two in one night

She got the juice then that's my type

Get a light bulb if she with a friend and two of them both light light, Skywalker, strain Strain

Less talk ,more shhh

Inhale the new lingo

G.O.M.D play with balls, bingo

Play your cards and bag the green

Play smart nigga know when to leave that sweet sweet feel of victory could go bad bad In an eye blink no replays like snapchat, move forward like stanbic bank but the hell am i Killing your vibe for?

Pass something I'mma stop rapping