OUTERSPACE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Cardo]
This the 7-1-3 motherf*ckin' Don T
Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy, man, come pick us up in one of those SLABS, you know what I'm sayin'?
One of them sh*ts with the elbows hangin' out
Ayy, tap in

[Verse 1: Baby Keem & Don Toliver]
I say, "What's up, man? It's Booman, I'm back again"
Let your friends know, can you braid my hair like Iverson's?
I'm just playin', whoa, I got movie hoes, top actresses on the channel
Most of my hoes know how to play the piano
b*tch, I'm movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh, sh*t, he's Baby Keemy"
You went too long, and you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah, this sh*t up for take, yeah
You mistreat the ho (Yeah), make her feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh
Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm
If that sh*t movin' too fast, I hit the brakes

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
I said, "What's up, ho? It's boolin', I'm back again"
Tell your friend, though, I can see the money through the lens
I'm just sayin', though, know my baby really top ten (Ah, ten)
Pushin' that powder Benz off of that cash that I thought I spent (Uh-huh)
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah, Rolls), twenty-one wins (Yeah-yeah)
I'm'a let you go in peace (Ooh), but I see it how I see
Baby, keep on callin', huh, controllin' me
But I, I can never lie (Mm), only way to try
I cannot decide, middle of July
[Part II]

[Intro: Don Toliver]
Oh, whoa
Ee-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Hoo

[Verse: Don Toliver]
Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and sh*t
Eviction notice, li'l' bi'h, get off my p*nis and sh*t, yeah
I'm the type to talk about my demons and sh*t
Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and sh*t
I got stripes, I got rank
I'm'a run down on an opp (Yeah), I call it a flank (Flank)
Bet when I cop that chopper, n*gga, know I'm shootin' off, these ain't blanks (Gah)
I've been movin' in silence (Yeah), yeah, I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence (Yeah), if you play with me, I'm slidin'
Money like that, I'll spend it for ya (Money like that, I'll spend it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya (Want you back, but I can't employ ya)
Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap, militant)
And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya
I thought I told ya (Ooh, ooh)

[Outro: Baby Keem]
I gotta run through the fire (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I need a ho like Mariah
I wanna swerve with the tire (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I make the family retire
I gotta see the hope, be the way (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I gotta free the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to the weak
Dodgin' the fake, woke in LA
[Guitar Solo]