SATELLITE

Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7

Please back back
I pack my ‘gar
Send me up to Mars (I’m good I’m ghost)
UFO is matte black grey
So I don’t need no car
003 can’t get no verse
Tell the club, I’m sorry (I’m sorry)
I had to rap on my own shit
Because this beat too hard (this shit hard)
Hey, know you hear this bass (bass)
Fuck from around my face (get back)
Satellite, space (uh)
Skin, it resonate (it’s gold)
Boy this sun feel great
Seen y’all throwin’ shade
Good, I’m in M.I.A (I’m ghost)
I been MIA (I’m ghost)
Coupe ain’t got No Ceilings
I feel like I’m Wayne
See you coppin’ whips (whips)
See me coppin’ planes
I think I lost my brain
We ain’t built the same

Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7

I’m so interstellar
The coup got wings
The team got rings
The pack got new propellers
I need me a boo
Who go out and get it and skin like new Nutella
I’m out with the dog, the gang, the mob
Like what you gonna do Cruella?
Been talkin’ my shit while I run it up
But I think I need new patella
Ain’t shit you can tell us
Pulled up with the kale or somethin’
At your door like mail or somethin’
Bucket bass boomin’
Galaxy can tell I’m thumpin’
See y’all lil niggas never scared of nothin’
I can peep that nigga card
I can tell he bluffin’
I can tell he bluffin’
I just need a bag, no luggage
This shit slap
Outer Space bass in your face
Aliens got concussions
Niggas be cool ‘till they blow
Then they get a taste
Then a nigga can’t trust em
This shit slap
Outer Space bass in your face
Aliens got concussions
Niggas be cool ‘till they blow
Then they get a taste
Taste x3

Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7
Out of here, satellite x7