Spacey (feat. Tokyo Suicide)

Shooting like Harden, no I'm not a rocket But I still blast off, I'm on a mission Collecting these millions, only thing in my thoughts This no commercial, no cuts, no takes, no editing, no shit nah All of my old hoes, they hit me up And they texting me, asking me "how"? Shooting at niggas with my pocket rocket I feel like I'm Harden, bitch stop it Fucking a bitch that I met in a mosh pit (yeah) My bitch really hate I do thot shit Pull up with blicks and we shoot the whole place Fucking ya bitch I did that to her face, yeah, uh Now she love me, I cannot sing to that bitch, I ain't Drake Colombian bitch and she got a fat ass, suck on my dick while I'm doing the dash (wait) That's how I crashed Mama told me that I'm living too fast Nah, Ma, had to get of my ass That's why all these lil niggas in last I'm feeling spacey when I'm off the gas, puff puff feel like Craig I won't pass Pull up (uh) I'm paid in full (uh) She tryna get to know me But I never get to showing All the blunts that I be blowing She be thinking that it's snowing All the ice up in the room (uh) Looking like a monsoon What you doing What you doing?!? Wasting your time on the Gram When you should be out pursuing You not pursuing nothing Nah you ain't no cool cousin, I know all my cool cousins You just out here a fool buggin' What a shame I got friends that put in work, we all gone win some rings Shooting like Harden No I'm not a rocket But I still blast off I'm on a mission Collecting these millions Only thing in my thoughts This no commercial, No takes, no cuts, no editing, no shit now All of my old hoes They hit me up And they texting me Asking me "how"? Japanese clothes never been to Japan (on god) Saucing real hard, ok I keep an Uzi on me so I feel like the man, wait Okay my girl came from France She know I'm juggin' till a nigga land I hit the bitch from the back, I just been chillin' wit my nigga, Pac You know a young nigga been gettin' them racks Smokin' on strong, yeah I'm smokin' on thrax I'm with Capone, know we all in our zone Tell your girlfriend stop on calling my phone She a birdie, tell that bitch leave me lone She just see a young nigga gettin' guap Now the bitch keep on fuckin' my clone Gettin' money, everyday, I won't stop Triss n Percs got me moving too slow Wait, shoutout Capone (ok) Wait, shoutout to Pac (packy) Shoutout Outlaw (3700) Wait, shoutout to Hurt (ok) Ok shoutout to Peso (glocky) End of the story, fucking yo bitch