Outer Space Darkside E

[Intro]

BeenBoutaCheck

[Hook]

I got them outer space colors in my cup
Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt
Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes
At the round table contain up dis dough
I got them outer space colors in my cup
Got them outer space colors in my blunt
The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose
Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes

[Verse 1]

Count dis, Count dat
Cop work, Count stacks
No time, No slack
Only smoking loud pack
No trap, No sack
Boy you lookin so sad
Got weed, Got crack
Got pills, Got wax
Got this, Got that
Even down to half tracks
Got the boomerang, Makin all da fiends backtrack
In my hood, You can't get no credit or no cash back
You broke as a joke, Fuck around and get laughed at
Young niggas up at 'Cent', With da work up in they bag pack
I'm still gone see more cash even if ya bags fat
Up the strap, Makin all the fuck niggas bag back
Send a shot through ya visor, Used to be a snapback
Beatin up the block, Cause the mothafuckin trap back
Heatin up the pot, Til the mothafuckin glass crack