GD Galaxy lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
Woah, hey (Woah)
b*tch, I came from space (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm born in space (Yeah)
b*tch, I need some space (Yeah)
I was on that Wockhardt, I'll pour out the bottle
All these b*tches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off, but I'm ballin'
All these b*tches just wan' live in my coffin
Top, baby, Top
I just got a brand-new Jag', huh
I just got a brand-new ink, huh
I want a brand-new double-R, n*gga ain't rich like me
pus*y-ass n*gga, I want that boy, got his whole clique extinct
pus*y-ass n*gga, I don't like you boys, I'll kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' on straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over, get busy with me
I've been rollin' and rollin', she know what I need

[Verse]
I got straps inside this mothеrf*cker, hol' up, woah
I got packs in my backpack on side of my cutter
Gеt your ass whacked inside this motherf*cker, n*gga, baow
I don't wanna f*ck tonight, I'm missin' grandmother
Ooh, huh, got these youngins sticked up, and they'll leave ya dead, boy
I got these youngins sticked up, they'll hit y'all in your head, boy
Ridin' 'round in them big trucks, ridin' 'round in G-Wagen
I ain't never joined them, n*gga, stop that cappin', let's do it (Let's do it)
Yeah
Bae gon' f*ck on me (Yeah, yeah), they will never be (Woah)
Bae wan' live with me (She do), yeah, yeah
Huh, but I'll be alright, baby, as soon as I call (Pew, pew, pew)
Let 'em play with Lil Top, baby, I'll knock they ass off, huh
Lit inside this b*tch and I ain't doin' one thing for clout
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, b*tch
I'm with that sh*t, my n*gga
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I'm with that sh*t, my n*gga
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, b*tch
I'm with that sh*t, young n*gga
Take that, take that ass up like Lil Trey, right on
I don't care 'bout that trippin', lil' n*gga could get it, catch him and I buy what I wanna
n*gga, check how I kick it, that drank, when I get it, sip it, got a b*tch from the bottom
In this b*tch with them youngins with switches, they catch you slippin', hit it, callin' your honor
Motherf*ck every case, I'm just ready to beat it, n*gga, I got too much money
[Chorus]
Woah, hey (Woah)
b*tch, I came from space (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm born in space (Yeah)
b*tch, I need some space (Yeah)
I was on that Wockhardt, I'll pour out the bottle
All these b*tches wanna know 'bout Nevada
They was talkin' 'bout I fell off, but I'm ballin'
All these b*tches just wan' live in my coffin
Top, baby, Top
I just got a brand-new Jag', huh
I just got a brand-new ink, huh
I want a brand-new double-R, n*gga ain't rich like me
pus*y-ass n*gga, I want that boy, got his whole clique extinct
pus*y-ass n*gga, I don't like you boys, I'll kill you inside the streets
Me and Baba was totin' on straps and post at Busy B
Now lil' shawty wan' come over, get busy with me
I've been rollin' and rollin', she know what I need