Space X lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, sh*ttyBoyz Dogsh*t Militia, that's on every song
b*tch
Yeah, sh*ttyBoyz Dogsh*t Militia, that’s on every song
(Gavin on the beat)
What up, Gavin?
Phew, yeah

[Verse]
Four figure 'fit, bet your b*tch let me smash with passion
Russian rifle with the scope and a flash attachment
Last night, I met the realest b*tch but her ass was plastic
You won't catch me shootin’ ones, I be blastin' gadgets
Gang swingin' sticks, lookin' like the Negro League
Pockets fat as hell, b*tch, I'm touchin' CeeLo green
You would think I pulled the stick up out of BO3
Think I'm beefin' with the Wimpy Kid ’cause he don’t see no cheese
I stab the Hellcat and leave the street black
Keep back, boy, this b*tch'll blow you out your sneaks, Jack
Three flat, run into the pape’, might break a kneecap
Three racks on a 'fit, I know your b*tch gon' peep that
Catch him out in traffic—, leave his Honda vacant
Whole gang full of stars, we a constellation
Double coffee cup up in the club, bro ain't tryna waste it
Big sh*tter, I ain’t never had no constipation
We can't chit chat unless cash the topic
Black Chrome hoodie, black Amiris, thought my ass was gothic
Slide down and up the big f*cker, it get catastrophic
Space X, I'm in the spaceship tryna stash the rocket
Heard another n*gga hatin', bought a new pole
You ain't even steppin', why the f*ck do you got shoes on?
Flick to sports mode, skrrt-skrrt, now the coupe gone
sh*ttyBoyz Dogsh*t Militia, don't get pooped on
You won't catch me in the club 'less I'm in the section
Ain't believe in [?] Triple S's
XD, Glock, or chop when I pick a weapon
I ain't playin' Fruit Ninja but I bet I split his melon
I'll pop his ass by myself, don't need no stunt double
I be with some flashy motherf*ckers, we don't stunt humble
I know Unky pourin' Wocky if his coffee cup double
I be tellin' hoes to bring a friend, I only f*ck doubles
On some chill sh*t, five hundred on a dinner plate
On some chill sh*t, in the Kitty doin' figure eights
On some chill sh*t, b*tches know who got the bigger pape'
On some real sh*t, ain't suckin' di*k, it's the blender, bae
(On some real sh*t, ate a hundred on a field trip)
How the f*ck she blow me like a candle but I'm still lit?
Why the f*ck I keep a toolie on me but don't build sh*t?
Your b*tch cheatin' with me, you be thinkin' she a real b*tch
Everything you say up the booth, I know it's fairy tale
Boy, you know that b*tch stay by my side like I'm [?]
2022, I'm finna stack a dub for every L
Know a couple rats inside your clique, y'all lookin' very twelve
Life like a toilet, n*ggas p*ssed 'cause that sh*t on me
Every whip tinted through this b*tch, we ain't fishbowlin'
Tee by Amiri, rain jacket made by Rick Owen
Iced up, lookin' like I'm in this b*tch swolen, ha
[Outro]
Yeah, sh*ttyBoyz, Dogsh*t Militia, that's on every song
b*tch