Hollywood J - Outerspace Glo lyrics

[Hook] Bang, bang, bang Aye, aye aye, aye [Verse 1] 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 n***as, yeah they really wanna cry How I'm flexing on these n***as, yeah they really wanna die Make me hit yo monkey a** with a arrow in the eye Tryna run off on the plug, n***a f** you think you Plies? He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight? f** I'm thinking, man I'm high as f**, that boy can't reply I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night I call up Jon cause his a** be crunk like the movie Rize I'm so glo'd, I'm so f**ing glo'd I need a movie, right? I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie like... [Hook] This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes Tell me who really in, who yo hoe go out her way for This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes When you get some money you should f** some badder hoes [Verse 2] I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto Yo hoe call my phone, she like aye papi chulo I don't really want none cause she probably call me fu though Let my four door catch you, he gone knockout yo two door I'm like burr burr burr burr burr, free Wop I'm like fugh fugh fugh fugh fugh, free shots I'm like hugh hugh hugh hugh hugh, 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 sh** 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 b**h Boy you not a scientist, boy yo a** science fiction Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying b**hes 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 sh** have me right It got me looking asian, shrimp fried rice