Outer Space Swag

Bois out here crazy

And they fucking on your thot

(Gang gang gang gang)

Trapping block to block

Bitch, I pull-up with the squad

Shots they sent are flop

All the shots they send, I dodge (pow)

She ask me if I rap

I said "bitch, dig the drip, offcourse"

Dig the drip, offcourse

Jordan, bitch, I ball

Percy I dissolve

In my cup, I'm lost in sauce

Rocking all the brands

Dummy boi thought I endorse

Outer space swag

EXOPLANET my cosmos

Code of conduct (gang)

Bitch, you gotta follow

Gotta swallow shit

I might sell some fake Js to your bitch

Cuz she don't know no shit

Then I cop some bunk dope

To sell your ass double digit

And I got the bois

Hooked on the wok

This not no Poland shit

Sesh hota lit

Jab teen bandey on the sight, hoe

Tu karta picture

Gram pe like

I slap her ass, she side hoe

Lowkey karta kaam

Par zindagi mai jeeta high note

Gang ke liye high hopes

Fuck with them, they might toast

You, because we got the bread

We got the strap to slap your back

You should fucking stop making them beats

You do not fit the peck

I suggest you quit the rap

And hit the sesh, you lack, you whack

Gas or cash

Bitch, you decide

If you want gas

Then run the racks

Runn my errands

Earn my bag

You know my worth

No price tag

Dripdevta, bitch, I'm priceless

You're jealous, bitch

You're lifeless