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