GD Galaxy

Uh, uh

Wake up, F1LTHY

Whoa, hey (Whoa)

Bitch, I came from space (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm born in space (Yeah)

Bitch, I need some space (Yeah)

I was on that Wockhardt, I'll pour out the bottle

All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada

They was talkin' 'bout I fell off, but I'm ballin'

All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin

Top, baby, Top

I just got a brand-new Jag', huh

I just got a brand-new ink, huh

I want a brand-new double-R, **** ain't rich like me

Pussy-ass ****, I want that boy, got his whole clique extinct

Pussy-ass ****, I don't like you boys, I'll kill you inside the streets

Me and Baba was totin' on straps and post at Busy B

Now lil' shawty wan' come over, get busy with me

I've been rollin' and rollin', she know what I need

I got straps inside this motherfucker, hol' up, whoa

I got packs in my backpack on side of my cutter

Get your ass whacked inside this motherfucker, ****, baow

I don't wanna fuck tonight, I'm missin' grandmother

Ooh, huh, got these youngins sticked up, and they'll leave ya dead, boy

I got these youngins sticked up, they'll hit y'all in your head, boy

Ridin' 'round in them big trucks, ridin' 'round in G-Wagen

I ain't never joined them, ****, stop that cappin', let's do it (Let's do it)

Yeah

Bae gon' fuck on me (Yeah, yeah), they will never be (Whoa)

Bae wan' live with me (She do), yeah, yeah

Huh, but I'll be alright, baby, as soon as I call (Pew, pew, pew)

Let 'em play with Lil Top, baby, I'll knock they ass off, huh

Lit inside this bitch and I ain't doin' one thing for clout

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch

I'm with that shit, my ****

Take that, take that, take that, take that

I'm with that shit, my ****

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, bitch

I'm with that shit, young ****

Take that, take that ass up like Lil Trey, right on

I don't care 'bout that trippin', lil' **** could get it, catch him and I buy what I wanna

****, check how I kick it, that drank, when I get it, sip it, got a bitch from the bottom

In this bitch with them youngins with switches, they catch you slippin', hit it, callin' your honor

Motherfuck every case, I'm just ready to beat it, ****, I got too much money

Whoa, hey (Whoa)

Bitch, I came from space (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm born in space (Yeah)

Bitch, I need some space (Yeah)

I was on that Wockhardt, I'll pour out the bottle

All these bitches wanna know 'bout Nevada

They was talkin' 'bout I fell off, but I'm ballin'

All these bitches just wan' live in my coffin

Top, baby, Top

I just got a brand-new Jag', huh

I just got a brand-new ink, huh

I want a brand-new double-R, **** ain't rich like me

Pussy-ass ****, I want that boy, got his whole clique extinct

Pussy-ass ****, I don't like you boys, I'll kill you inside the streets

Me and Baba was totin' on straps and post at Busy B

Now lil' shawty wan' come over, get busy with me

I've been rollin' and rollin', she know what I need