Space!

Hehe
Bruh
Haha
Yea! (Nah forreal)
(I need my muhfuckin' space from these dumbasses bro forreal)
Ayy!
Geez!
Ay, yea
«Hey Duzzy!»
Get out my face!
I need my space!
Tree got the bass
I get the cake
Back in 8th grade
I dodged a case
Get out my way
Keep with the pace
Y’all be like «Yuh!»
Y’all be like «Ay!»
I be like «Huh?»
I be like «Wait.»
I want a wraith
I do the race
I’m gettin' paid
I’m makin plays
Let’s make this smooth, ay
I’m makin' moves, ay
Y’all mad, y’all wack, y’all hittin' Juuls, ay
I’m gettin' jewels, ay
I spit them facts, lil bitch ain’t cool, ay
Can’t fuck wit' you
Run that shit back, hit that like ouu, ay
Chicks come in twos ay
Maybach, like coupe
Okay, like-
Fake hoe anthem, uh
Bitch I’m gettin' paid, no ransom, uh
How that boy’s face so handsome, uh
Might go ghost, go phantom, uh
Not famous, but I ain’t no random, uh
Imma get a great old mansion, uh
Black on black like Manson uh
Hit a reverse and I feel like Ayo dancin', uh
You cannot beat me not in a cypher, uh
I am divine I feel like I’m Slifer, uh
I get the water, I’m like a geyser, uh
Cutie named Piper, I’m finna pipe her, uh
In my sandals huh
Yo girl call, I do not answer huh
Got the Bass, no Santana, huh
You want smoke, you gon' get cancer, uhh
Ay
Everybody actin' silly
Make Out Hill, no Jack and Jilly
Wanna make Mills like I’m back in Philly
Move 2 packs like I’m Makavelli
Uh, ay!
Shoutout to Vitals!
Fuck you if you feel entitled
See me on Apple and Tidal
Got more verses than the Bible
I’m no idol
Champ From Mars, like Eiffel
Fuck 12, no disciples
I need my *look at the title*
I need my *look at the title*
I need my *look at the title*
I need my *look at the title*
I need my *look at the title*
Space, ay