Outta Space
Imma Pull up at the party with my gold chain
Super man ya bitch call her Lois lane
Yeah I'm iced out like I'm lil Wayne
Im so high, feels like I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
I'm out with yo girl and I hit third base
Yeah I fucked yo bitch and I came on her face
Loved it so much, she called me your grace
Cos you were too busy out tryna catch a case
We got so lit, yeah this liquor feeling great
Pour that shit, yeah I'm drinking it straight
Me and this girl, must of been fate
Off henny she a ten, without it she a eight
Yeah drink that cup and we off to my place
Smoke that weed, feel like we in space
Shit so strong make me cough for days
But the way I'm smashing still getting me praise
I don't talk shit, I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah your girl, she's a fan (Yeah)
I just popped half a xan (Yeah)
Fucked your girl, I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah I'm coming out your bedroom with the gold chain
You a little boy, don't step to me, do not complain
I promise you, don't step to me, I am insane
Till the end of days, goon king will always reign
Imma Pull up at the party with my gold chain
Super man ya bitch call her Lois lane
Yeah I'm iced out like I'm lil Wayne
Im so high, feels like I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
Super man ya bitch call her Lois lane
Yeah I'm iced out like I'm lil Wayne
Im so high, feels like I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
I'm out with yo girl and I hit third base
Yeah I fucked yo bitch and I came on her face
Loved it so much, she called me your grace
Cos you were too busy out tryna catch a case
We got so lit, yeah this liquor feeling great
Pour that shit, yeah I'm drinking it straight
Me and this girl, must of been fate
Off henny she a ten, without it she a eight
Yeah drink that cup and we off to my place
Smoke that weed, feel like we in space
Shit so strong make me cough for days
But the way I'm smashing still getting me praise
I don't talk shit, I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah your girl, she's a fan (Yeah)
I just popped half a xan (Yeah)
Fucked your girl, I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah I'm coming out your bedroom with the gold chain
You a little boy, don't step to me, do not complain
I promise you, don't step to me, I am insane
Till the end of days, goon king will always reign
Imma Pull up at the party with my gold chain
Super man ya bitch call her Lois lane
Yeah I'm iced out like I'm lil Wayne
Im so high, feels like I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
Yeah yeah
I'm in outta space
Yeah yeah
Running outta space
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Writer(s): John Pedler
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