GO TO SPACE

Swerving switching lanes I swear your bitch just wanna taste

I just bought a *uh* I keep that thing by my waist

Too much in my pockets let my money go to waste

Don't know where I'm going all these hoes up in my face

I just got the one I need the bag is all I chase

I know that you tryna be me, keep up with the pace

Asking where the gang is going, bitch we'll go to space

Yeah we'll go to space, Saturn's rings we'll do the race

Keeping to myself no speaking that's just what I do

He was tryna do the same but you should tell him that I knew

Smoking marijuana you can smell by what I blew