Don Toliver, Baby Keem - Outerspace

I say, "What's up, ho?" It's boolin', I'm back again

Tell your friend, ho, I can see the money through the lens

I'm just sayin', though

No more baby really top ten, used to hop out the Benz

Cover that cash 'til the thought I spin (Uh-huh)

'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), '21 wings (Yeah-yeah)

I'ma let you go in peace, but I see it how it seem

Baby, keep on callin', how it controllin' me

But I workin' in a line, only way to try

I cannot decide, middle of July


Oh, oh-oh

Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah

Ooh-ooh

Ooh


Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and shit

Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my penis and shit, yeah

I'm the type to talk about my demons and shit

Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and shit

I got stripes, I got rank

I want run down on a opp, I caught a flame (Flame)

'Member when I copped that chopper

Nigga, now, I'm shootin', nah, these ain't blanks (Gah-gah-gah)

I been movin' in silence (Yeah), I'm known to keep it private

I condone the violence (Yeah), pray with me

I'm still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya (Still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya)

When I want you back, but I can't employ ya (Want you back, yeah)

Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap with a militant)

And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya

I thought I told ya (Ooh-ooh)