Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outerspace Glo, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Outerspace Glo |
| Bang, bang, bang |
| Aye, aye aye, aye |
| 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… |
| 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 |
| 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 |