Out of Orbit

Lyrics
(Chorus) I'm out of orbit i feel like a alien She at the crib she give me cranium I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton My money be dirty, you know i be bathing it Stack up them racks you know i be saving em My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium My lil bitch from Venus She say i'm a genius Her ass so soft everytime that i squeeze it I don't slack on my ice i spent M's for these pieces I got to Pluto a nigga can't reach me I met a swiper i told him to teach me I'm swiping 24/7 i'm greedy I hit that hoe in a hour she easy I was in a brand new Tahoe beating I don't care bout the money i ain't doing no feature Kick a nigga doe in some big bottom sneakers (Verse) Imma sale gas bags till i die Imma run up a bag till the well run dry Niggas this Balenci's not Karl Kani With the Paranoia hoodie this shit tye-dye Counting up racks while i'm watching How High Star Wars coupe my cars the Sci-fi Super strong loud it was grown on the moon Watch a nigga get stepped on like a pair of shoes Watch a nigga get stepped on like a pair of Loub's Imma shoot You i ain't talking bout Tube I be sipping drank i ain't talking bout booze Secret Service on me they be watching my move She gone shake that ass i be watching her move All these blues got my bankroll huge All these blues i ain't talking bout Clue Always fasting i don't eat no food Fuck these niggas I ain't tryna be cool Riding round the city with a Glock 22 Nigga you a hoe and yo bitch one too I just pray this Fake SS go through Black and white SS a nigga gone move Bottom Balenci's shoes banging Piru Me and my dogs stick together like glue She gotta fake ass so she acting brand new I ain't talking Tom but the Coupe on Cruise I be making work disappear like poof My bitch in L.A. eat gluten free food I'm my own lawyer i dont need no Jew Everything you heard about me prolly true Imma making CPN cards its true Imma mail the packs out nigga its true That nigga Money Man all about his loot (Chorus) I'm out of orbit i feel like a alien She at the crib she give me cranium I'm serving my country boy, he down in Mapleton My money be dirty, you know i be bathing it Stack up them racks you know i be saving em My chain from Wakanda my diamonds vibranium My lil bitch from Venus She say i'm a genius Her ass so soft everytime that i squeeze it I dont slack on my ice i got infinite pieces I got to Pluto a nigga can't reach me I met a swiper i told him to teach me I'm swiping 24/7 i'm greedy I hit that hoe in a hour she easy I was in a brand new Tahoe beating I don't care bout the money i ain't doing no feature Kick a nigga doe in some big bottom sneakers
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Credits
- Writers
- Money Man