Outerspace Glo

My diamonds are floatin', look like slow motion

Boy, yours truly, pull up and toast you

Hit you in your noodle, don't think I am bolstered

You must not be eatin' if you think I am hungry

Slide down the curb, got Pirelli on the tires

Tryna slide down our block and you really gonna die

How I'm flexin' on these ****, yeah, they really wanna cry

How I'm flexin' on these ****, yeah, they really wanna die

Man, we hit your monkey ass with a arrow and a arch

Tryna run off on a plug, ****, fuck you think, you fly?

He got hit three times, I'm like, ay, homie, you on it

Fuck, I'm thinkin', man, I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply

I took my A killer John to the movie night

I call him John 'cause his ass be crunk like the movie was

I'm so glowed, I'm so fuckin' glowed, I need a movie, right?

I called Quentin Tarantino, like, ay, man, my movie liked

This that outerspace glo

I wear outerspace glo's

Tell me who really in

Who your ho go out her way for?

This that Saturn dope

I get Saturn hoes

When you get some money

You can fuck some badder hoes

I'm sittin on Mars, smokin' with Pluto

Your ho called my phone, she like, hey, Papi Chulo

I don't really wanna know her 'cause she probably come and futo

Let my four door catch you, he gon' knock out your tooth-o

I'm like, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, Fetty Wap

I'm like, feh, feh, feh, feh, feh, free shots

I'm like, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, free guap

I'm like, scooter, scooter, scooter, scooter, scooter, tick, tock

Give me a fifty count and I am go-go ham

You've got a high point, what, you think that shit ain't Gucci?

Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me morgue

No, I ain't tryna race, but I bring with me the tour

How I mix the drink up, I coulda been a scientist

And my mama ain't raised me, coulda been a lyin' bitch

Boy, you not a scientist, boy, your ass science feature

Shoulda sneak dissed yourself while you out here buyin' bitches

And I'm all with that chicken, I'm 'bout makin' it my religion

And my Balmain's real, thousand on him, thousands in it

They be latchin', so he steady poundin' on 'em, God forgive him

He got the devil hangin' with him, that's why God not rockin' with him

I treat my ten band four wheeler like a Kawasaki

Take a step in my backyard, it's feelin' like I'm in Hawaii

I'm smokin' on a tuba, that shit had me right

It got me lookin' Asian, yeah,  shrimp fried rice