Spaced Out

Okay now blacked out, spaced out, two door coupe
Starlight shine bright when it shine through the roof
Smoking OG gas, that's big boy boof
I ain't do it for the clout, but you know that Im-a shoot
(Toot toot)

Take ya loot, no Fortnite emote on you
Skrrt off in the two door, but you know hoe

Born to kill Im-a rage for the thrill
Spilt red blood on my red bottoms, Ice too chill
No flash when I'm inside
Unless you wanna be blind

Beam see right through you like a red eye
Tom Ford all on me, one of a kind
Yuh, one of a kind

See me in a two door, wings butterfly
Had to hit the brakes, kick her out because the bitch shy
Ruining my mood when you know I have to shine

Bitch I'm a star, but that shit ain't new
Like Weef said I'd rather be dead than with you
Rather stay alone in this big empty home
Rather spend cash than be broke when I'm old

Rather hit the five star, pop another Xan bar
Pockets getting fat, coupe look like a Racecar
Perkies can't stop me from using my head
and my demons can't kill what is already dead

I'm shining, like lightning
My music, exciting

Ride down the block, my shawty up on me
Clean your ass up, I got shooters behind me
We'll blow off the top of the coupe, you won't stop me

Blow off the top, yea blow off the top
Yuh, blow of the top

Bet you won't spot me, yeah
Spot with the Tommy, yeah
Everyone watching
Bitches stalking

My chain on frozen
Yeah, going to Mars
Yeah, going to Mars
Yeah

Going to Mars
Shooting right past them shooting stars
Yuh bet Lil Ghost won't go so far
Because he seems to fit in with the stars

The way he walk (The way he walk)
The way he talk (Lil Ghost, Lil Ghost)
He can do anything (Say what, say what)
Except kiss and talk (Except kiss and talk)

But I'm still gonna walk (With what, what shoes?)
Im-a Gucci stomp (Yea Gucci stomp)
Louis V my bitch (Louis V my what?)

And a Burden bag just to match the fit
Don't step too close, might call in a hit

When I'm in the booth, give me all my space
And when you done sucking, fuck out of my place
It's been a race, but I've been first place
I can see the pain right through your face

Y'all Insta-thots, but I stay in MySpace
You wanna look cute, but you stay giving face
Red dot to the top of ya head, say grace
You look spaced out!

Yeah, aye, yeah, coupe spaced out!
Yeah, aye, yeah, the bitch spaced out!
Wha, yeah, aye, bitch spaced out!

Yeah (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)
Aye (Uh)
You look spaced out!