Space ft. Fenix Flexin Lyrics

Cetus

Rock and Roll wit this Glock, like I play guitar

Like I came from space, I was born a star

Bitch I'm hella rare, like the trading Cards

Like the pint gettin horny, Wockhardt

My chop and my ops having sneaky links (pah-pah)

Getting tricky with the chopsticks like the Japanese (ah-ah)

I like my bitches foreign like the cuban links

Money talk, what I'm speaking? Guapanese

Bitch I feel like Jump man I'm reaching for the stars

When I'm off the bars I be up in mars (gang)

Gotta make it for my momma so I'm working hard (aye)

BadFriend on my body lil baby I'm hanging with the stars

I got the planet in my hands, Vector (yeah)

Bad bitch what she is, pressure (pressure)

Do the dash all the flags, checkers (checkers)

In the lab mixing chemicals, Dexter (Dexter)

Why these niggas always playing with it

Aye, shh, like they ain't knowing that we staying with it

Niggas say the wrong thing, boy I cant forget it (nope)

Pull up on em' broad day, get to splitting fitteds (brr)

He was talking out his top, knocked his top off (pah-pah)

With a top nigga at all times, incase it pop off

Dread head savage, that F&N going' knock his locks off

Lil baby hella thick, I popped a Perc, and got my rocks off

Watch this choppa beat they block down

He was talking, hmph, yeah you hear that fah-fah-fah, nigga not now

I like a bitch that bring a bag when she get a bag

Popping shit for years and still broke, probably why they mad

Fenix Flexin ain't your average

Im a rapper but I'll still pop out, and get to cracking nigga

She like bitches, I like bitches too

She like counting up the digits I like digits too

Tell lil baby, if she into paying me, then I'm into you

She going' pop it for a Percocet (Percocet)

That nigga came around with bags, he was a nervous wreck

Aye, nigga, and we still robbed him

I got money getting habits, and some pill problems (Perkies)

Hmph, nigga, aye

I got money getting habits, and some pill problems

A nigga came around with bags nervous and we still robbed him

She going' pop that pussy for a Percocet

Lil baby hella bad and she heaven sent

Yeah that pussy out this world, like a space cadet

All up in that pussy, I make her spread like a money spread

Aye, yeah Im type to make yo bitch cum (yeah)

Hmph, she like it raw wit no magnum

Make it rain on that bitch like a slam dunk

Got her toes throwing' gang signs, but she don't bang nun

Ah-ah-ah, give her rounds like a gun range

Im married to the bands, so I can't give a bitch my last name (nope)

Born to ball, I be shining like the sun raise (aye)

I ain't captain save a hoe, but I could teach a bitch to bag chase (bag chase)

Sune what the fuck?