OUTERSPACE - Don Toliver, Baby Keem

This the 7−1-3 motherfuckin' Don T

Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man

Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town

Know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Ayy, man, come pick us up in one of those SLABS, you know what I’m sayin'?

One of them shits with the elbows hangin' out

Ayy, tap in

I say, «What's up, man?

It’s Booman, I’m back again»

Let your friends know, can you braid my hair like Iverson’s?

I’m just playin', woah, I got movie hoes, top actresses on the channel

Most of my hoes know how to play the piano

Bitch, I’m movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me?

«He got two hoes, oh, shit, he’s Baby Keemy»

You went too long, and you know it’s time to see me

In and out the state, yeah, this shit up for take, yeah

You mistreat that ho, make her feel out of place, yeah

That’s a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh

Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm

If that shit movin' too fast, I hit the brakes

I said, «What's up, ho?

It’s boolin', I’m back again»

Tell your friend though, I can see the money through the lens

I’m just sayin', though, know my baby really top ten

Pushin' that powder Benz off of that cash that I thought I spent (Uh-huh)

'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), twenty-one wins (Yeah-yeah)

I’ma let you go in peace, but I see it how I see

Baby, keep on callin', huh, controllin' me

But I, I can never lie, only way to try

I cannot decide, middle of July

Oh, oh-oh

Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah

Ooh-ooh

Ooh

Ten toes down, and I’m schemin' and shit

Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my penis and shit, yeah

I’m the type to talk about my demons and shit

Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and shit

I got stripes, I got rank

I’ma run down on an opp, I call it a flank (Flank)

Bet I cop that choppa, nigga, know I’m shootin' off, these ain’t blanks (Gah,

gah, gah)

I’ve been movin' in silence (Yeah), I’m known to keep it private

I condone the violence (Yeah), if you play with me, I’m slidin'

Money like that, I’ll spend it for ya (Money like that, I’ll spend it for ya)

When I want you back, but I can’t employ ya (Want you back, yeah)

Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap, militant)

And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya

I thought I told ya (Ooh, ooh)

I gotta run through the fire, I need a ho like Mariah

I wanna swerve with the tire, I make the family retire

I gotta see the hope, be the way

I gotta free the folks where I lay

I gotta show the light to the weak

Dodgin' the fake woke in L.A.