NFZ No$ - Space Cry Lyrics

Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight
Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight

And I'm ballin' for a check
Spent a band to drown My neck and another for the new Patek
Smokin' Newports out the pack back to back
And I'm rollin With some shooters yeah they never lack
And I'm Smoking on skunk out the zip
All red not rockin' No crip
Shades vitton
Exclusive drip
With yo' Bitch she gave me lip
Ridin in the Benz with the Clique
Eight speed
I pull up and bleed
Drinking Forties til' I stain my teeth
Same routine every Night I repeat
Pull up all black with that heat
Got A mask like ski
Ice frosty like the arctic departin' On a jet fleet
So fast can't catch me
Totin' a semi So test and see
Dancin' in the club I'm faded off The hennessey
Poppin' addys just to rap fast blast The track while I'm smokin' gas pack
Time so fast That I hit rewind and that's why I

Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight
Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight
Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight
Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight

Hit the blunt I fade
Pull up
I hit a trey
Like oh my God we made it to the top
No keys just push to Start
Eight ball I can't feel my heart
You f*ckin' With me cuz' I'm up you wasn't from the start
Now I'm ballin' for a check with a new patek on my Arm
Can't decide gucci or vitton
Bag chasin' bag Chasin' what u call it
Got some killers that'll drop You for your wallet
Run shit in my city like Stalin
Old ho' callin
Let it ring
Trap phone boomin let it Ring
No need for talking
Imma up that pole and Let it sing
I said imma
Up that pole and let it sing
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight
Smoke another blunt
Pop another pill
Oh my God Oh my God this shit don't feel real
Engine vroom Like space cry
In the space coupe coming through Tonight