Galactic (Prod.Lofty)
I get my money and stretch it just like elastic
I'm laughing your trippin i'm chillin in the galactic
I have to get green just like jenga I gotta stack it
Immaculate flows make us spin on a different axis
These Niggas only hate that they ain't inside of the bracket
If I hit lofty you know he gon make it slap
Like
I gotta whole lotta bitches that's tryna tapn
But I can't fuck with a bitch that don't have a stack like
Really niggas Couldn't get with me the type to kill the beat
She give me head just like a guillotine i left her history
And when I leave they'll need a hurst that looks just like a limousine
Who hit the scene and left in the quickness guess it's a mystery
I'm in her mouth she gargle and swish it like it was Listerine
I'm chillin in the galactic how could You get to me
My chop sing and it clap it sound like a symphony
I might be shmacked but I need me another hit to see bitch
She knew the move so i saluted her
With these horns up on my head like I was Lucifer
Trippin on the coldest mothsfuckas in the universe
Bros go Ry'one but the hoes they know Jupiter
We can roll a bleet or a plane
Whichever you prefer
Nah i took that shit to the face an then i booted her
Honestly she get what I'm saying
Ain't nothin new to her
That just the way it goes
I told her
Girl i'm too turnt tonight still gettin dough
She like who you
Said bitch i,m Ry'one
So ima hit up wood and ima get gone
I'm still up on one up in daygo
And yeah I'm still
Still
Getting money out these hoes and yeah I'm still
Yeah
Gonna do it till i can't no more
Oh oh ohh
Blowing gas in this rolls royce watch this ghost
Im that nigga so the pretty bitches watch me close
Don't you ask about yo shawty i said idk her
Cuz to me she just a broad dwight howard's shoulders
Bitch i'm too cold with it and i'm just getting colder
My niggas never falling back we keep it pushing forward
All them shots to the kid really got me sober
KiD bbe hit like tatis homer
Girl i'm too turnt tonight still gettin dough
She like who you
Said bitch im Ry'one
So ima hit up wood and ima get gone
I'm still up on one up in daygo
And yeah i'm still
Still
Getting money out these hoes and yeah im still
Yeah
Gonna do it till i cant no more
Oh oh ohh
I get my money and stretch it like its elastic
How could i trip when im chillin in the galactic
Im getting green like its jenga i gotta stack it
This beat knock prolly make a bitch do a backflip
I'm laughing your trippin i'm chillin in the galactic
I have to get green just like jenga I gotta stack it
Immaculate flows make us spin on a different axis
These Niggas only hate that they ain't inside of the bracket
If I hit lofty you know he gon make it slap
Like
I gotta whole lotta bitches that's tryna tapn
But I can't fuck with a bitch that don't have a stack like
Really niggas Couldn't get with me the type to kill the beat
She give me head just like a guillotine i left her history
And when I leave they'll need a hurst that looks just like a limousine
Who hit the scene and left in the quickness guess it's a mystery
I'm in her mouth she gargle and swish it like it was Listerine
I'm chillin in the galactic how could You get to me
My chop sing and it clap it sound like a symphony
I might be shmacked but I need me another hit to see bitch
She knew the move so i saluted her
With these horns up on my head like I was Lucifer
Trippin on the coldest mothsfuckas in the universe
Bros go Ry'one but the hoes they know Jupiter
We can roll a bleet or a plane
Whichever you prefer
Nah i took that shit to the face an then i booted her
Honestly she get what I'm saying
Ain't nothin new to her
That just the way it goes
I told her
Girl i'm too turnt tonight still gettin dough
She like who you
Said bitch i,m Ry'one
So ima hit up wood and ima get gone
I'm still up on one up in daygo
And yeah I'm still
Still
Getting money out these hoes and yeah I'm still
Yeah
Gonna do it till i can't no more
Oh oh ohh
Blowing gas in this rolls royce watch this ghost
Im that nigga so the pretty bitches watch me close
Don't you ask about yo shawty i said idk her
Cuz to me she just a broad dwight howard's shoulders
Bitch i'm too cold with it and i'm just getting colder
My niggas never falling back we keep it pushing forward
All them shots to the kid really got me sober
KiD bbe hit like tatis homer
Girl i'm too turnt tonight still gettin dough
She like who you
Said bitch im Ry'one
So ima hit up wood and ima get gone
I'm still up on one up in daygo
And yeah i'm still
Still
Getting money out these hoes and yeah im still
Yeah
Gonna do it till i cant no more
Oh oh ohh
I get my money and stretch it like its elastic
How could i trip when im chillin in the galactic
Im getting green like its jenga i gotta stack it
This beat knock prolly make a bitch do a backflip
Credits
Writer(s): Uriah Kapoww
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