Galaga

Linked up, Cuban chain how we linked up
Pink thot, I don't care what you think, yuh
Double cup, double cup what I drink up
Codeine dreaming in the back of a Brinks Truck
Linked up, ooo, Cuban chain how we linked up
Pink thot, I don't care what you think, yuh
Double cup, ooo, double cup what I drink up
Codeine dreaming in the back of a Brinks Truck

Oh my God, me and Camo going back and forth
Oh my God, tryna' whip a foreign like a Porsche
Oh my God, count my numbers like a fucking dork
Oh my God, fly like bird, like a fucking stork
Oh my God, I don't fuck with 12, don't fuck with pork
Oh my God, yeah, I killed it, yeah, I killed it, whoa
Oh my God, change my rhyme scheme, oh my God, change my bitch
Oh my God, change my fit, oh my God, yeah, we lit

Me and my girl went up on a beam
Galaga, I'm shooting, what you mean?
Future, Paradise: that be the team
Louv and Laye, same page, no magazine
Drip all white like NASA, Camo's off white is dead stock
Moving too fast, too NASCAR, moving too fast like a track star
Told her this shit is important, ugh, told her be close like an orbit
Shawty, take time, don't force it, she doesn't waste time, no corset
Watch a nigga get nervous, no Twitch, rocking Hermes, needing no bitch
Yes, I'm going out to space, look at my fit, Galaga ship, no tractor beam
I don't even know why I said that, that wasn't the fucking line, keep going
Keep going, keep going, keep going, yo, aye, aye
All these other bitches space invaders
All these bitches too mad that I'd date her
Aliens, fuck 'em, 'cause I'm savior, getting new
Paper, rule the stars like Vader, bye, bitch see you later

Bye, bitch, see you later, bye, bitch, see you later
She eat my dick like a candy, Now and Later
See thought I was running, too bad I'm a skater
Serving niggas with this pen and pad, no waiter
Space invading in your
Crib, yeah, yeah, give me everything: you
Live, yeah, yeah, see you on my dick, up in your
Ribs, yeah, yeah, young PE$O, I kill it with

Adlib, yeah... pulled up to LA in a motherfucking Taurus
Feeling like a tourist, I hit 60 when I floor it
Picked up PE$O, picked up DAX circle tight like it's goretex
Spin a track like vortex, losing opps are there more yet
North Face top with OFF-WHITEs, took a shot in the streets
DAX pulled up in all white, PE$O been off the bean
Pulled up to the stu, DAX and Karam got the view
PE$O going ham, nearly got arrested too

Bruh, that one line, it was uh, it was uh
Hold up give me a second, it was uh
Galaga, I whip my foreign, yes, that be my space coupe
Galaga be my space coupe, VLONE on my space suit
Yeah, 5-0 chase, ooo, VLONE be my space suit
Yeah, run up on me and my team, you tryna' face who?
Me and young boy DAX and young boy Camo in the stars
Looking at my wrist watch, big face Audemar

Shout out DAX, shout out PE$O, Sailor Moon, Audemars
I been out here whipping in LA with a car
Leave you in sky like soup, yeah
Yeah, I don't even know

Some part of that shit will be salvageable, I promise
All these people talking on my name, they be dishonest
They say PE$O killed that shit, I kill it when I'm talking
Bitches on my line, I cut that bitch, but she be stalking (stupid bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Arno Kammermeier, Walter Merziger, Peter Hayo, Thomas M. Koch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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