Space - Intellectual

[Intro]

It's a Esse

Sounds by seb

Pull up on yo block make that shit hot

Open up shop let the fiens flock

Cash flow bet it won't stop

Got the gas like a pitstop

And yo bitch starin at my wristwatch

Crowd jumpin hopscotch

Big blunts to the face

Cops pull up do the race

Eyes red like some mace

Dmt im outta space

No cap you lowercase

Stupid bitch gimme some space

I dont do no fuckin dates

Ya boyfriend steady sendin hate

Klassy got the blueprints and the master plan

Fuckin with the mob we pull up in a fuckin mini van

Airin out ya mama house she fuckin kicked the can

You can hate me all ya want ya main bitch still a fan

Smokin up this dope i didn't get it off no boat

Klassy got the gas this that shit that make ya choke

I ain't goin back to bein broke id rather have a stroke

All the pussys talkin shit but they dont really want no smoke