Spaceman Lyrics

Spaceman (It's Twelve)taking off to the moon

For how long I'm thinking til June

All that hate gotta let that shit go

Smoke still wanted then let that thang go (Okay)

Got your chest pumped like you a hulk or something (Bitch)

Better chill out before I turn you to a dumb Bruce banner

Boy get yo shit stomp like a fucking canna (Ahhhh)

Everybody saw it they got it on camera

Steppin with them iccees on my feet (Yea you see em)

Roll it up now I'm smoking on some tree (In the air)

Better stop it boys not fucking with me (You know they not)

1 to the 2 I already told you not the three (Okay)

Ice on my neck giving ya boy the chills (Bih)

All these bars got me corona I'm ill

No need to stop just pass me the wheel

Always use protection while I'm picking up scrill

Slidin on block til they breatheless Forreal (Get that boy)

22s or 24s big chrome ass grilles (You see it)

Wet paint big bank causing me some stares (OoUu)

She bad and she know it drip drop it's spilled (Oouu she wet)

Looking for me look up lemon haze in the air (Look at tha)

They hate on me all the time but I do not care (I really don't)

Making all this money it don't feel fair (Okay)

We not made the same I told I'm rare (Okay)

Use to be broke as fuck didn't even have a buck

Now I'm standing in this club bout to tear the club up (Wouh)

Juicy j influence the hypnotize my mind you see

Dj paul has the best beats from Tennessee (Who)

Down south hustler just doing me

All day sip on heneesey

She said she wanna see the view

I told her ain't nothing for free

On my soul my I hope die

If I ever tell lie tell me how you feel while you looking me in the eye

Dead soul a dead man if you ever play with him

I'm not the type to forgive I'm not him

Mfs hate that I'm making this happen

All this cappin I thought y'all was trapppin

Spaceman taking off to the moon

For how long thinking til June

All that hate gotta let that shit go

Smoke still wanted then let that thang go

Hit up king rich bout to get that rocket tatted (Okay)

Tap in with me for the sauce

Ya we bout to blast off

Blessed be me at the top

Miss my shot I think not

Otherwise I'd be like you and that shit is not hot

Zombie head a zombie plot show me where yo head will rot

Looking for the za so good get me higher than Ja Morant

Ten toes down that's how i step

Please don't take no disrespect

Speaking on my name that's how you get ya shirt bloody wet (Okay)

Twelve Gage all in they mouth (In they mouth)

Ya I'm making them sang (Making em sang)

Others tried to do what I do but it couldn't make flames (Couldn't make flames)

That's stainless steel mine gold it don't hit the same (Don't hit the same)

Subliminal shots very critical aim for the brain