Astronaut (feat. S.A.V Biggaveli)

I been on some other sh*t N*ggas be actin' and cappin' I know who I'm fu*kin' wit No I'm not duckin' b*tch Slide thru wit them drums & we dumpin' quick Grew up In the slums & sh*t But I stay In the cut wit A 9 My b*tch bad yea she A dime They mad but we doin fine I know that It's gon take you some time To show that you know I'm on my grind... Blasting off like A "Astronaut" I can't f*ck wit no vagabond Is you givin' up that cat or not I'm high as hell & you blowin' sh*t When you should be blowin' d*ck Please don't make me have to up this b*tch Cus' on my life I'll up It quick & watch A n*gga get to duckin' It Like he at A party tryna duck A b*tch No McDonald's but I'm lovin' It Pu*sy good so I hit It twice She got A n*gga strippin' like I'm Magic Mike I done fu*ked his b*tch now he wanna fight When he see me know It's on sight Im A hot n*gga go get some ice Im on fire Talladega Nights 300 Days 300 Nights Im on fire Talladega Nights My shotters be clippin' A movie It's starin' A Uzi If he try to do me I slide In A hoopty & really start shooting's My gang not recruitin' them n*ggas be snoozin' I'm so use to winnin' hell no I'm not losin' Like f*ck Is you provin' what weight Is you movin' I know A couple n*ggas that's down to ride For A homicide when It's war time Walk A n*gga down wit them blicky's flyin' We'll f*ck around & leave his momma cryin' T.B.G yea I'm really wit It I'll flame A n*gga fry'em like he chicken This big A*s yoppa knockin' off his biscuit I'm the man around my side of town Might f*ck A b*tch then forget to finish Turn A n*gga brain to A bowl of gravy Now that pus*y n*gga can't see his baby Yea im slim but don't call me shady I'll knock his noddle then f*ck his lady I'll knock his noodle all you see is Spaghetti Choppa singin' yea I call it R Kelly Left his brains out sloppy like Jelly I'm fat bastard so get in my belly She wonder why my pockets so heavy My bullets hot they'll have you fellin' like Nelly My b*tch fire your's built like A Chevy Turnt in the party I be turnt in the Telly A Playboi like Carti Ain't sh*t you can tell me Got weed In the party I know they can smell me Got weed in the party I know they can smell me Reekin' through you would think I was sweaty Ima Remy boy but I'm not talkin' bout Fetty I need A ville so I go to the Getty She don't fight wit me cause she know that I'm petty (Wop!)