Outerspace Glo
    (专辑: The GloFiles, Pt. 1 - 2018)
    
    [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 the 
tires  Try to slide down our block then you really gonna die  How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry  How I'm 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?  Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply  I 
took my AK, Lil Jon to the 
movie night  I 
call up Jon cause his ass be crunk like the 
movie Rize  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   [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 catch 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 steady 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 have me right  It got me looking alien, shrimp fried rice