Intergalactic

Been getting them bands bands bands I'm feeling elastic

Yo bitch is a fan fan fan so she getting clapped quick

Fletchy the man man man been making them classics

We turnt like a damn handstand we doing gymnastics

I'm moving that damn white sand I make it do backflips

No Pringles need four,five cans the way that I stack chips

Just flew in from Paris might dance on over to Saks Fifth

Ain't no telling where I might land Im intergalactic

I'm going bat shit

The code I done cracked it

Yo bitch she suck it up suck it up good she don't need no chapstick

Remember them days I use to get of all my music from DatPiff

Now I get like four,five bands off making a track bitch

Look, I feel like I'm speed racing

Team great

Need a couple Rollies with the green face

On my grind lately Imma keep skating

Couple bad habits like I'm Steve Lacey

Them speakers knocking got the seats shaking

Did this by my lonely I don't need placements

Money, trees, breeze got me leave raking

Funny guy talking made em eat pavement

Been getting them bands bands bands I'm feeling elastic

Yo bitch is a fan fan fan so she getting clapped quick

Fletchy the man man man been making them classics

We turnt like a damn handstand we doing gymnastics

I'm moving that damn white sand I make it do backflips

No Pringles need four,five cans the way that I stack chips

Just flew in from Paris might dance on over to Saks Fifth

Ain't no telling where I might land I'm intergalactic

Float on these beats while I'm rolling up reefer

Got four in the leaf I put four in the liter

I done decoded this shit like Da Vinci

I'm painting a picture but no Mona Lisa

Please don't approach me for promo no features

You play with my dough leave em holy no preacher

I knock your head off your shoulders you speak on my family

Bitch I'm what's known as a creature

Rolling thru NOLA got dome at the Caesars

Told em the quota they jumped out the bleachers

No Minnesota we cold as the freezer

Four in my soda I float to Ibiza

Flow off the charts Im an overachiever

Doberman bark bitch I'm over the trees

In the air off this bud I'm a golden retriever

I take your bitch, get the throat and then I leave her

Been getting them bands bands bands I'm feeling elastic

Yo bitch is a fan fan fan so she getting clapped quick

Fletchy the man man man been making them classics

We turnt like a damn handstand we doing gymnastics

I'm moving that damn white sand I make it do backflips

No Pringles need four,five cans the way that I stack chips

Just flew in from Paris might dance on over to Saks Fifth

Ain't no telling where I might land Im intergalactic