astronaut Video (MV)

Cash I got it
When it comes to dat swag, I got it
I-Inna trap we got bags, exotic
M-My li ho she got ass got body
Addy boosting my mood
Bae I got problems
Am I high off my ass Im prolly'
On the moon ima Astronaut
Grabba inna blunt, it get me a lil higher
Just roll it up, roll it up
Good gas all in my system
Good mud all in my pitcher
No he cant fw us, these niggas don't want issues
B-Binary's on every pistol
G-Gotta whole team full of threats like the Bad Boy Pistons
Boy gang not on shit that's a band full of sissy's
My boy got range with the stick, nigga no we ain't missin'
Ion share names with the bitch we just f*ck wit no feelings
Shawty keep saying I'm sick, told that ho I'm the illest
D-Dont got no heart its on numb I cant feel it
H-B-K don't wear no capes ima villain
R-Racks inna safe I get paid for my healing
Niggas be broke ion een want no dealings
AR-15 with a scope for my killings
These niggas hoes put that shit on my children'
Gun in the holster got pole in concealment
Huh
P-Pole on my side
Yea, Melly shit I got murder my mind
Yea, uh nigga know I'm on timing
Uh, Dej Loaf let a nigga come try me
Yea this shit can get violent
Stand on 10 we ain't doing no hidin'
L-Like we on ice skates you know that we slidin'
Nigga diss on my gang its gone be homicide
And you know that I
I get high as a pilot
Off these drugs I cant een feel my body
Yea I'm geeking up
Off this weed I get silent
By myself smoke this green while i'm private
Calm my nerves, these drugs keep me from wildin'
When I'm sober all I think is violence
Smoke so much think I boosted my tolerance
Codiene my cup, dozing off of this violet
Cash I got it
When it comes to dat swag, I got it
I-Inna trap we got bags, exotic
M-My li ho she got ass got body
Addy boosting my mood
Bae I got problems
Am I high off my ass Im prolly'
On the moon ima Astronaut
Grabba inna blunt, it get me a lil higher
Okay, Im high away
Outerspace
Sippin drank till I cant feel shit
Foreign bae
Giving face
She gone suck me till she cant feel shit
Drip contagious
Super raver
Dressed in full black I'm on my drill shit
Chasing highs
Pouring mud
Potion mixing, ho I feel like a chemist
All I know is dead presidents, I cant name em if he not on a bill bitch
Killers never moving hesitant, see his target then my shoot gone kill shit
Ran off on 12 for the hell of it, Supercharged the cat that ho gotta kill switch
Micro drac came with banana clip, 762.'s inna stick like to peel shit
Told ha come f*ck wit my gang, she got used to them lames now that ho want some real shit
F*ck from the back know I'm banging, turn to a goat when I'm off of dat pill bitch
Triple K's wit me I'm hangin' shit, nigga run up then I'm catching a kill quick
Healthy asf but I'm still pouring Codeine my cup like a young nigga still sick
You did me shit but a young nigga still on his shit, ho without you I'm still lit
Money on me I could go drop a check on my fit and a young nigga still rich
I broke ha heart and she want me to come back and fix it? No bae ian Felix
This just the start
I cant stop till my name on the charts ho I'm tryna touch millions