Outerspace Glo

[Intro] Bang, bang, bang Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1] My diamonds are floating Look like slow motion Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you Hit you in yo noodle, don't think I am boasting You must not be eating if you think I am hungry Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires Try to slide down our block then you really gonna die How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna die Make me hit yo monkey ass with a arrow in the eye Tryna run off on the plug, nigga fuck you think you Plies? He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight? Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night I call up Jon 'cause his ass be crunk like the movie Rize I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking glo'd I need a movie, right? I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie "Life" [Chorus] This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes Tell me who really in, who yo ho go out her way for This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes When you get some money you should fuck some badder hoes [Verse 2] I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto Yo ho call my phone, she like "Ayy, Papi Chulo" I don't really want none 'cause she probably call me fu though Let my four door catch you, he gon' knockout yo two-door I'm like burr, burr, burr, burr, burr, free Wop I'm like fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, free shots I'm like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, free guap I'm like skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, free top Give me a .50 Cal and I am gon' go ham You gotta high point, what you think that shit ain't Gucci Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me the morgue Naw, I ain't tryna race but I bring with me the tour How I mix the drank up, I coulda been a scientist If my momma ain't raise me, coulda been a lying bitch Boy you not a scientist, boy yo ass science fiction Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying bitches In the mall with that chicken, I'm Balmaining in my religion And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em, thousands in 'em They be like Chief So he steady pounding on 'em, God forgive him He got the devil hanging with him, that's why God not rocking with him I treat my ten band four-wheeler like a Kawasaki Take a step in my backyard, it's feeling like I'm in Hawaii I'm smoking on this Tooka, that shit have me right It got me looking Asian, shrimp fried rice