Space X

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, that's on every song Bitch Yeah, ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, that's on every song (Gavin on the beat) What up, Gavin? Phew, yeah [Verse] Four figure 'fit, bet your bitch let me smash with passion Russian rifle with the scope and a flash attachment Last night, I met the realest bitch but her ass was plastic You won't catch me shootin' ones, I be blastin' gadgets Gang swingin' sticks, lookin' like the Negro League Pockets fat as hell, bitch, I'm touchin' CeeLo green You would think I pulled the stick up out of BO3 Think I'm beefin' with the Wimpy Kid 'cause he don't see no cheese I stab the Hellcat and leave the street black Keep back, boy, this bitch'll blow you out your sneaks, Jack Three flat, run into the pape', might break a kneecap Three racks on a 'fit, I know your bitch gon' peep that Catch him out in traffic—, leave his Honda vacant Whole gang full of stars, we a constellation Double coffee cup up in the club, bro ain't tryna waste it Big shitter, I ain't never had no constipation We can't chit chat unless cash the topic Black Chrome hoodie, black Amiris, thought my ass was gothic Slide down and up the big fucker, it get catastrophic Space X, I'm in the spaceship tryna stash the rocket Heard another nigga hatin', bought a new pole You ain't even steppin', why the fuck do you got shoes on? Flick to sports mode, skrrt-skrrt, now the coupe gone ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, don't get pooped on You won't catch me in the club 'less I'm in the section Ain't believe in [?] Triple S's XD, Glock, or chop when I pick a weapon I ain't playin' Fruit Ninja but I bet I split his melon I'll pop his ass by myself, don't need no stunt double I be with some flashy motherfuckers, we don't stunt humble I know Unky pourin' Wocky if his coffee cup double I be tellin' hoes to bring a friend, I only fuck doubles On some chill shit, five hundred on a dinner plate On some chill shit, in the Kitty doin' figure eights On some chill shit, bitches know who got the bigger pape' On some real shit, ain't suckin' dick, it's the blender, bae (On some real shit, ate a hundred on a field trip) How the fuck she blow me like a candle but I'm still lit? Why the fuck I keep a toolie on me but don't build shit? Your bitch cheatin' with me, you be thinkin' she a real bitch Everything you say up the booth, I know it's fairy tale Boy, you know that bitch stay by my side like I'm [?] 2022, I'm finna stack a dub for every L Know a couple rats inside your clique, y'all lookin' very twelve Life like a toilet, niggas pissed 'cause that shit on me Every whip tinted through this bitch, we ain't fishbowlin' Tee by Amiri, rain jacket made by Rick Owen Iced up, lookin' like I'm in this bitch swolen, ha [Outro] Yeah, ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia, that's on every song Bitch