​spaced out Ken Carson (Ft. International Jefe)

[Chorus: International Jefe]
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, fuck around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these niggas down bad, they out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the mall without his gun, wow

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
Yeah, I'm a bad-bitch-getter
Itchy-trigger-finger nigga
Ridin' through my city, yeah
Michael Jackson jacket, yeah
I got niggas Bloody
I got niggas Crippin'
When I talk they listen (Listen)
Jefe, bitch, ooh, drippin' (Jefe, huh?)
Uh, yeah, drippin' (Jefe)
Yeah, bitch, I'm drippin' (Drippin')
Yeah, I'm rockin' Rick Owens, yeah
I got a bad ho, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck her out, yeah
I'm like an igloo, yeah (Yeah, let's go)

[Interlude: International Jefe]
Let me (Let's go, yeah)
Let me in this motherfucker (Hey)