Space time

oooh-woah

oh shit

 

Bitch, My thoughts floating around like is Neil armstrong

know I'm busy, ill make some time,

But i stapled my palm to the desk

Never loosing my rhyme, got it tattooed on my chest

sorry if I make you Not strong, Shit I just need some rest

 

Go get some racks (go get some cash), go get some cash

Run up your bag, why you lookin' sad?

On your ass, boy, get off yo' ass

Bitch, we 'bout to spazz

Roll like thirty mags (yeah, bah)

Woo, uh, hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey

Huh, bitch, I feel like Bloody Bermin, I don't wanna talk

Know we swaggin' and surfin', I don't wanna walk

Went and bought my bitch a Birkin, I don't know the cost

I'm a Rick Margiela serpent, I can't do Lacoste

They don't like it when the tables turnin', they get sick and lost

All this water on my body perfect, I'm just full of Voss

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts (oh)

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

 

Bitch, My thoughts floating around like is Neil armstrong

know I'm busy, ill make some time,

But i stapled my palm to the desk

Never loosing my rhyme, got it tattooed on my chest

sorry if I make you Not strong, Shit I just need some rest

 

 

Nigga tryna take my chain, I ain't going for it, ayy

Wanna take my shine, go ahead, go for it, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't got no time for a dumb ho (No time)

I be getting money, counting pesos (Counting pesos)

What the fuck you mean? Ayy (Ooh)

Boolin' with my team, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

Sippin' on the lean, yeah (Ooh)

Yeah, that dirty drink, ayy

Talking all that shit, ayy (Yeah)

That shit is a shame, ayy (It's a shame)

It just me and my nigga young Kodie Shane, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

Skrt, skrt, I'm on a roll

Going all, yeah, we cannot lose, ayy

I'm like what the fuck you want, ayy

You keep calling up my phone

You's a dumb ho, ayy

They don't want smoke, ayy

And you want that

And we got that, uh

We got options, yeah

On that opp shit, yeah

You can pop shit, yeah

You get popped quick

Okay, the bullshit, I ain't having it

Wanna come to my spot, then we having shit

I can't stop buying Chanel, like it's a habit

What? I gotta have it, whoa

You done left me 'lone and turned me to savage, ayy

Now I'm leaving, bet my next one a bad bitch

And I'm all about my bag and shit (Yeah)

I need it real fast and shit, yeah

 

 

Bitch, My thoughts floating around like is Neil armstrong

know I'm busy, ill make some time,

But i stapled my palm to the desk

Never loosing my rhyme, got it tattooed on my chest

sorry if I make you Not strong, Shit I just need some rest

 

Hoes in my line,

niggas be mad,

like motherfuckin' deathnote, write there name on a notepad

fuck water,

I live In space time