1cy Prophecy - Space Beamer Lyrics

(Aye PiccoloWhippin up heat bitch!)

Zoot off in a space craft
F*ck with the gang
We leave your face cracked
All black whip & it got no wheels
Moon rocks for the low, know I got the deals
Roll it up, in the Dutch then I hit the indo stick
Take your bitch, then I hit the gas double quick
Off 2 tabs, thought it was a magic trick
Swerving through the clouds for that grip like a joystick
Why you always follow niggas like a sidekick
Catch me In the saucer with the nightstick
Cuz I'm swerving shit
Know I swerve your bitch
Empty out the clip, at a f*ckin witch
Knock off that hat, call it point taken
Never knock we just f*ckin break-in
Chillin with these bitches we just take like 3 tabs
Got all this f*ckin green I ain't talking bout no bags
Know we smokin big shit
Poppin all these tags
Loading all these mags
Off all these tabs of acid
Run through the city & I'm causin havoc
You don't want no static
Dope is in the attic
I'm a f*ckin savage
And I'm stuck in traffic

Tryna live so lavish
Tryna live so lavish

Tryna live like Travis

And I'm stuck in traffic

And I'm doing magic
And I'm doing magic

It's so f*ckin graphic
When I send you to another planet
Wrap you up in plastic
Make you f*ckin panic
Flow is hella classic
Skipping hella school but I'm smart as a avid
Thrasher on my jacket
Smash you like a maggot
Fly off spitting heat like a dragon
37 rounds off in 5 seconds it's a rapid
Mp5 spray it while I drive
Now none of you alive
And of you survive
Ak47 finna go live
In your bitch I'm finna dive
Never die I'm always gonna revive
Make sure that you deprive
Of all that shit talkin
AR get to chopping
Bodies get to dropping
Niggas get to Robbing
45 steady poppin
It's so often
All my niggas mobbing
All these bitches thotting
Leave they necks throbbing
Know I'm steady plotting