Astronomical

[Intro]

808 Mafia

Ayy, we gon' switch it up a lil' bit

Ayy, we doin' all high speed

Talkin' 'bout that skrrt, know what I'm sayin'?

Turn up, turn up

[Verse]

Can fuck on any bitch I want 'cause I'm conceited

At this point, I want the drugs, they really know I need it

Get it low from the plug then I take it back to get remixed

Steady runnin' off on your plug, you know that ain't no street shit

Ridin' 'round with a hundred racks sittin' on me

Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely

I don't ride around with different niggas, just my homies (Facts)

Ridin' 'round got them drugs stashed 'cause they on me (Turn up)

You told me don't come with ratchet (Fuck that)

Police come, I'ma stash it

Ride around, servin' them Xannies

Half of my homies addicts

The check gon' bounce, you cash it (Yeah)

You let a scammer crack it (Scammer)

She'll let me get in her panties (Panties)

Ran from the jakes from the bando (Yeah)

I was down broke to the canvas

Bring me a stick when I'm landin' (Let's go)

Back from Cali with samples

First class with a couple of bandits (You know)

I don't know how to panic

Will I shoot that Glock, I'm frantic

You don't got it, I got it

Thats just part of my savage

Yeah, yeah, yeah, addicted to medication

I'm not a demonstration (No, no)

Designer for all my ladies (Big drip)

And you be fresh on occasions (Yeah)

I lick the Perc off her navel (Yeah)

One of my hoes ain't stable (Yeah)

She loyal, so you know I pay you

Mouth open, I give you a facial

I decided to sign with a label

A lot of these niggas ungrateful

You like youngin' with no label

I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin'

Say I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin'

Fuck it, put your head back, drink this semen

Fuck it, if you don't swallow, you gotta clean it

Fuck it, like my gas musty, thats that gas, dummy

Gotta keep them bags comin'

Whole pill, no half of it

No pills, I act stubborn

Gotta do the dash on it

Fucked up my last apartment (Turn up)

Far from the back, it farted

Went to a show in New Orleans

She wanna party with Bardi

Pardon the body (Yeah)

Won't say sorry (Sorry)

I love you hardly (Hardly)

I love you barely (Barely)

Shorty shoot like Jerry

You rockin' them fake Amiri's

How niggas gonna take you seriously?

My shorty got booked for delivery

That cancer eatin' his kidney

My goal is road to riches

His goal, to roll a Bentley

His case, they hold him in it

And he been gone a minute, yeah

[Outro]

This mothafucka goin' on