Outerspace Glo Lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook] 

Bang, bang, bang 

Aye, aye aye, aye 

[Verse 1] 

My diamonds are floating 

Look like slow motion 

Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you 

Hit you in yo noodle, don't think I am boasting 

You must not be eating if you think I am hungry 

Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on my side 

Try to slide down our block then you really gone die 

I was flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry 

I was flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna die 

Make me hit yo monkey ass with a arrow in the eye 

Tryna run off on the plug, nigga fuck you think you Plies? 

He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight? 

The fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply 

I tell my AK, Lil Jon to yo movie night 

I call up Jon cause his ass be crunk like the movie [?] 

I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking glo'd I need a movie, right? 

I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie like... 

[Hook] 

This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes 

Tell me who really in, who yo hoe go out her way for 

This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes 

When you get some money you should fuck some badder hoes 

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[Verse 2] 

I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto 

Yo hoe call my phone, she like aye papi chulo 

I don't really want none cause she probably call me fu though 

Let my four door hit you, he gone knockout yo two door 

I'm like burr burr burr burr burr, free Wop 

I'm like fugh fugh fugh fugh fugh, free shots 

I'm like hugh hugh hugh hugh hugh, free Guwop 

I'm like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr, free top 

Give me a 50 cal. and I am gon' go ham 

You gotta high point, what you think that shit ain't Gucci 

Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me the morgue 

Naw, I ain't tryna race but I bring with me the tour 

How I mix the drank up, I coulda been a scientist 

If my momma ain't raise me, coulda been a lying bitch 

Boy you not a scientist, boy yo ass scien-fishy 

Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying bitches 

In the mall with that chicken, I'm Balmaining in my religion 

And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em, thousands in 'em 

They be like Chief So he think he pounding on 'em, God forgive him 

He got the devil hanging with him, that's why God not rocking with him 

I treat my ten band four-wheeler like a Kawasaki 

Take a step in my backyard, it's feeling like I'm in Hawaii 

I'm smoking on this Tooka, that shit I need right 

It got me looking alien, shrimp fried rice 

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