Baby Keem, Don Toliver - OUTERSPACE lyrics

This the 7-1-3 motherfuckin' Don T
Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man
Me and Keem just touched down in H Town
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, man, come pick us up
In one of those SLABS
You know what I'm sayin'?
One of them shit's with
The elbows hangin' out ayy, tap in

I say, "What's up, man? It's Booman
I'm back again" let your friends know
Can you braid my hair like Iverson's?
I'm just playin', woah, I got movie hoes
Top actresses on the channel
Most of my hoes know how to play the piano
Bitch, I'm movin' stealth
Just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh, shit
He's Baby Keemy" you went too long
And you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah
This shit up for take, yeah
You mistreat that ho, make her
Feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh
Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm
If that shit movin' too fast
I hit the brakes

I said, "What's up, ho? It's boolin'
I'm back again" tell your friend though
I can see the money through the lens
I'm just sayin', though
Know my baby really top ten
Pushin' that powder Benz off of that
Cash that I thought I spent (Uh, huh)
'82 Rolls
(yeah yeah) , twenty-one wins (yeah yeah)
I'ma let you go in peace
But I see it how I see
Baby, keep on callin', huh, controllin' me
But I, I can never lie, only way to try
I cannot decide, middle of July

Oh, oh oh oh yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh

Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and shit
Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off
My penis and shit, yeah
I'm the type to talk about
My demons and shit tennis chains on
Feelin' like Serena and shit
I got stripes, I got rank
I'ma run down on an opp, I call it a flank
(Flank) bet I cop that choppa, nigga
Know I'm shootin' off, these ain't blanks
(Gah, gah, gah)
I've been movin' in silence
(yeah) , I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence
(yeah) , if you play with me, I'm slidin'
Money like that, I'll spend it for ya
(Money like that, I'll spend it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya
(Want you back, yeah)
Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier
(Gotta keep that strap, militant)
And you smokin' that dope, right there
I sold ya i thought I told ya (Ooh, ooh)

I gotta run through the fire
I need a ho like Mariah
I wanna swerve with the tire
I make the family retire
I gotta see the hope, be the way
I gotta free the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to the weak
Dodgin' the fake woke in LA