[ Mr. Krabs, Intro ]

Yes, hello. I was wondering if you could play that song again?

Hmm, which one man?

The one that goes...

Yuki

[ Lil Ghost, Intro ]

Yeah, aye, yeah

Aye, yeah, aye

[ Lil Ghost, Verse 1 ]

Okay now blacked out, spaced out, two door coupe

Starlight shine bright when it shine through the roof

Smoking OG gas, that's big boy boof

I ain't do it for the clout, but you know that Im-a shoot (Toot toot)

Take ya loot, no Fortnite emote on you

Skrrt off in the two door, but you know hoe

Born to kill Im-a rage for the thrill

Spilt red blood on my red bottoms, Ice too chill

No flash when I'm inside

Unless you wanna be blind

Beam see right through you like a red eye

Tom Ford all on me, one of a kind

Yeah, one of a kind

See me in a two door, wings butterfly

Had to hit the brakes, kick her out because the bitch shy

Ruining my mood when you know I have to shine

Bitch I'm a star, but that shit ain't new

Like Weef said I'd rather be dead than with you

Rather stay alone in this big empty home

Rather spend cash than be broke when I'm old

Rather hit the five star, pop another Xan bar

Pockets getting fat, coupe look like a Racecar

Perkies can't stop me from using my head

And my demons can't kill what is already dead

[ Lil Ghost, Interlude ]

I'm shining, like lightning

My music, exciting

Ride down the block, my shawty up on me

Clean your ass up, I got shooters behind me

We'll blow off the top of the coupe, you won't stop me

Blow off the top, yeah blow off the top

Yeah, blow of the top

Bet you won't spot me, yeah

Spot with the Tommy, yeah

Everyone watching

Bitches stalking

My chain on frozen

Yeah, going to Mars

Yeah, going to Mars

Yeah

Going to Mars

Shooting right past them shooting stars

Yeah bet Lil Ghost won't go so far

Because he seems to fit in with the stars

[ Lil Ghost, Verse 2 ]

The way he walk (The way he walk)

The way he talk (Lil Ghost, Lil Ghost)

He can do anything (Say what, say what)

Except kiss and talk (Except kiss and talk)

But I'm still gonna walk (With what, what shoes?)

Im-a Gucci stomp (Yea Gucci stomp)

Louis V my bitch (Louis V my what?)

And a Birkin bag just to match the fit

Don't step too close, might call in a hit

When I'm in the booth, give me all my space

And when you done sucking, fuck out of my place

It's been a race, but I've been first place

I can see the pain right through your face

Y'all Insta-thots, but I stay in MySpace

You wanna look cute, but you stay giving face

Red dot to the top of ya head, say grace

You look spaced out!

[ Lil Ghost, Outro ]

Yeah, aye, yeah, coupe spaced out!

Yeah, aye, yeah, the bitch spaced out!

Wha, yeah, aye, bitch spaced out!

Yeah (Yeah)

Uh (Uh)

Aye (Uh)

You look spaced out!