Don Toliver - OUTERSPACE lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Cardo] This the 7-1-3 motherfu*kin' 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 them slayers, you know what I'm sayin'? One of them sh*ts with the elbows hangin' out Ayy, tap in [Verse 1: Baby Keem & Don Toliver] 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 ho, top actress on the channel Most of my hoes know how to play the piano b*tch, I'm movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me? "He got two hoes, oh sh*t, he's Baby Keem" You went too long, and you know it's time to see me In and out the state, yeah, this sh*t up for take, yeah You mistreat the ho (Ah-ah-ah), 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 sh*t movin' too fast, I hit the brakes [Verse 2: Don Toliver] I say, "What's up, ho?" It's boolin', I'm back again Tell your friend, ho, I can see the money through the lens I'm just sayin', though No more baby really top ten, used to hop out the Benz Cover that cash 'til the thought I spin (Uh-huh) '82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), '21 wings (Yeah-yeah) I'ma let you go in peace, but I see it how it seem Baby, keep on callin', how it controllin' me But I workin' in a line, only way to try I cannot decide, middle of July [Part II] [Intro: Don Toliver] Oh, oh-oh Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh Ooh [Verse 1: Don Toliver] Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and sh*t Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my penis and sh*t, yeah I'm the type to talk about my demons and sh*t Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and sh*t I got stripes, I got rank I want run down on a opp, I caught a flame (Flame) 'Member when I copped that chopper ni**a, now, I'm shootin', nah, these ain't blanks (Gah-gah-gah) I been movin' in silence (Yeah), I'm known to keep it private I condone the violence (Yeah), pray with me I'm still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya (Still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya) When I want you back, but I can't employ ya (Want you back, yeah) Gotta keep your strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep your strap with a militant) And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya I thought I told ya (Ooh-ooh) [Verse 2: Baby Keem] 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 feed the folks where I lay I gotta show the light to the weak Dodgin' the fake woke in L.A.