Astronomical

808 Mafia

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

(Cicero on da beat)

Aye, we doin' all high speed wheels

(Let's go)

Talkin' 'bout that skrrt

Know what I'm sayin'?

Turn up

Turn up

Can fuck on any bitch I want 'cause I'm conceited (Turn up)

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 (Dope)

Steady runnin' off on yo' plug

(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You know that ain't no street shit

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

Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely

(By my lonely)

I don't ride around with different ****, 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 bandits (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

When I shoot that Glock, I'm frantic

You don't got it, I got it

That just part of my savage

Yeah, yeah (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 **** ungrateful

You like youngin' with no label

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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 yo' head back, drink this semen

Fuck it

If you don't swallow, you gotta clean it (Bitch)

Fuck it (Bitch)

Like my gas musty (Musty)

That's that gas, dummy

Gotta keep them bags comin' (Bags comin')

Whole pill, no half of it (Half of it)

No pills, I act stubborn (Act stubborn)

Gotta do the dash on it (Dash on it)

Fucked up my last apartment (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)

Yeah, won't say sorry (Sorry)

I love you hardly (Hardly)

Ooh, I love you barely (Barely)

Shorty shoot like Jerry (Jerry)

You rockin' them fake Amiri's

How **** gonna take you serious?

My shorty got booked for delivery

That cancer eatin' his kidney (Eatn' his kidney)

My goal the road to riches (Yeah)

His goal, to roll a Bentley (Yeah)

His case, they hold him in it (Hold him in it)

And he been gone a minute, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This muhfucker goin' off