Space Race

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That bitch suck me clean off
That hoe about to jack me off
To f*ck, or to not?
Not even a question with my thot
I don't even have to run from the opps
Grapefruit how a bitch suck a fucking cock
About to get hair in my mouth, aye
You know that's what I'm about, aye
I'm not doing it for clout, aye
I'm rolling a spliff
Your bitch rubbing her clit
You know my name is Yung Thicc
That bitch kinky, she get out the whip
I gotta leave cuz chief this ain't it, bitch
I got murder on my hands
I went and I did the plan
Got the cops all on my back
Only one thing is attack
I'm not sure I'm coming back
Leave all my shit in a sack
If I die you'll have it all
I'll be free once and for all
My soul be flying through space
I promise you I'll win the race
I guarantee I'll put you in your place
Now run along cuz bitch, you ain't safe
I encourage you to keep on running
Cuz I'm dead and know what's coming
Keep your mouth shut, and stop whining
If you fucking cross me, uh, you'll end up dying
You'll end up dying
So less talk, talk
And more work, work
I see you selling drugs over there by the store
Get your easy victims and they're all fucking crackheads
Make your easy money while sending them to their deathbead
Black diamonds like you in space
Transaction brief so I don't catch a case
Chopping up the white with them blades
Keep a mask, they don't catch my face
Drop a few stacks on a car
Roof got me up with the stars
Take a hit, got me on mars
F*ck a bitch, 16 bars
Sucka shit hits me hard
Racking up points, let me count your cards
Dropping stacks when we hit the mall
no pushbacks we've come so far
Zooland, Ben Stiller
Dropping big bands like Glenn Miller
This night's plans, might kill her
Dropping classics, no filler
Drop out, we gon' drop in
Can't see us, no drop pin
This the only option
Make it work, 'bout to clock in
Dick in your bitch throat, can't speak yuh
I'ma let the bitch go, money don't leave yuh
I'ma let the bitch know puffing this weed yuh
Chop a white bitch up, Twin Peaks yuh
Ooo shit, look at this wrist
Diamonds glistening like your bitch
Credit card you razor thin
When I line it I don't miss, Star

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Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

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