Chief Keef - Outerspace Glo lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Outerspace Glo lyrics]
Bang, bang, bang ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
My diamonds are floating
Look like slow motion
Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you
Hit you in yo noodle
Don't think I am boasting
You must not be eating if
You think I am hungry
Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires
Try to slide down our block
Then you really gonna die
How I'm flexing on these niggas
Yeah they really wanna cry
How I'm flexing on these niggas
Yeah they really wanna die
Make me hit yo monkey ass with
A arrow in the eye
Tryna run off on the plug
Nigga fuck you think you Plies?
He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie
You ight?
Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck
That boy can't reply
I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night
I call up Jon 'cause his ass
Be crunk like the movie Rize
I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking
Glo'd I need a movie, right?
I call Quentin Terintino like aye
Name my movie "Life"
This that outer space glo
I wear outer space clothes
Tell me who really in
Who yo ho go out her way for
This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes
When you get some money you
Should fuck some badder hoes
I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto
Yo ho call my phone, she like "Ayy
Papi Chulo"
I don't really want none 'cause she
Probably call me fu though
Let my four door catch you
He gon' knockout yo two door
I'm like burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Free Wop
I'm like fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, free shots
I'm like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, free guap
I'm like skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Free top
Give me a 50 Cal and I am gon' go ham
You gotta high point
What you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy
I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I
Bring with me the tour
How I mix the drank up
I coulda been a scientist
If my momma ain't raise me
Coulda been a lying bitch
Boy you not a scientist
Boy yo ass science fiction
Shoulda sneak dissed yourself
Why you out here buying bitches
In the mall with that chicken
I'm Balmaining in my religion
And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em
Thousands in 'em they be like Chief So he
Steady pounding on 'em, god forgive him
He got the devil hanging with him
That's why God not rocking with him
I treat my ten band
Four-wheeler like a Kawasaki
Take a step in my backyard
It's feeling like I'm in Hawaii
I'm smoking on this Tooka
That shit have me right
It got me looking Asian, shrimp fried rice
My diamonds are floating
Look like slow motion
Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you
Hit you in yo noodle
Don't think I am boasting
You must not be eating if
You think I am hungry
Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires
Try to slide down our block
Then you really gonna die
How I'm flexing on these niggas
Yeah they really wanna cry
How I'm flexing on these niggas
Yeah they really wanna die
Make me hit yo monkey ass with
A arrow in the eye
Tryna run off on the plug
Nigga fuck you think you Plies?
He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie
You ight?
Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck
That boy can't reply
I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night
I call up Jon 'cause his ass
Be crunk like the movie Rize
I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking
Glo'd I need a movie, right?
I call Quentin Terintino like aye
Name my movie "Life"
This that outer space glo
I wear outer space clothes
Tell me who really in
Who yo ho go out her way for
This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes
When you get some money you
Should fuck some badder hoes
I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto
Yo ho call my phone, she like "Ayy
Papi Chulo"
I don't really want none 'cause she
Probably call me fu though
Let my four door catch you
He gon' knockout yo two door
I'm like burr, burr, burr, burr, burr
Free Wop
I'm like fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, free shots
I'm like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, free guap
I'm like skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Free top
Give me a 50 Cal and I am gon' go ham
You gotta high point
What you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy
I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I
Bring with me the tour
How I mix the drank up
I coulda been a scientist
If my momma ain't raise me
Coulda been a lying bitch
Boy you not a scientist
Boy yo ass science fiction
Shoulda sneak dissed yourself
Why you out here buying bitches
In the mall with that chicken
I'm Balmaining in my religion
And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em
Thousands in 'em they be like Chief So he
Steady pounding on 'em, god forgive him
He got the devil hanging with him
That's why God not rocking with him
I treat my ten band
Four-wheeler like a Kawasaki
Take a step in my backyard
It's feeling like I'm in Hawaii
I'm smoking on this Tooka
That shit have me right
It got me looking Asian, shrimp fried rice