Tales from the Spaceship

[Hook: Truett]
Bitch, I’m off the rip
I hop out the rip
Been at it, put at it like I [freehand it?]
I keep four cause they [saved him?]
(Damn son, where’d you find this?)

[Chorus: Truett]
Dab in my face, might dance in the crowd
Bounce off the plane, my head in the clouds
There is the baseline, never coming down
Nah hell to the, ay
Ah, hell to the

[Verse 1: $ANFI]
Nowadays feel like Q, new
I’ve got juice
Man wanna take my style
Oh well some Shang-Tsung
Man wanna trace these steps
But them can’t see these clues
Man wanna make these moves
But them can’t fit these shoes

I’m dangerous, ain’t what they claiming huh
And it’s sane as us
Swear that they ain’t enough
And a nigga ain’t playing, nah
And I got a knapsack, gas trap aiming up
Shawty bad, back tap that laying up
Got a [cash gap?], fat stacks paying up
Gotta ash that wack ass hate on us, uh

The wiggedy one
You niggas is diggedy-done
You niggas might think of these suns
My hands staying triple and all
I promise this not what you want
This not what you thought that it was
A nigga had came from the mud
And you never came from the slums
As though if you knew where I’m from
If you ain’t a shooter you ain’t doing none

[Verse 2: Truett]
Ay, ay
Tales from the fucking spaceship
Zipped out
Stick around, I’m on my burner eight shit
I ain’t shit
I just make shit
I’m just out stargazing like an ancient
Giving a fuck bout all your hate, shit
Throw it away cause I don’t got patience
Lately your shit just so simple, ay
We stay in my temple
I would’ve stopped but stop to the mid
Show me gold on my dentals, ay
I just follow temple
Not giving a fuck bout anything else though, ay
All I see is rentals, ay
Oh-so sentimental, ay

[Verse 3: Truett]
Bitch, I’m off the rip
I hop out the rip
Been at it, put at it like I [freehand it?]
I can’t front, outer space landing
Code red big where the waistband is
Straight
Why you are like “You can’t have it?”
Bitch you don’t even tank
You can’t handle it
Don’t wanna change inside ambulance

[Outro]
Dab in my face, might dance in the crowd
Bounce off the plane, my head in the clouds
There is the baseline, never coming down
Nah hell to the, ay
Ah, hell to the