Space Cadet lyrics

[Intro]
(Cook that sh*t up, Quay)

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin' sh*t just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet n*gga, floatin' every time I walk in
Hundred thousand n*gga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young n*gga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, b*tch I'm in all lanes

[Verse 1]
Pull up in somethin' that's foreign, these b*tches weren't ready
Pop me a Addy and take off like I'm in Andretti
I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty
Pop out and I just surprise a b*tch like confetti
A foreign b*tch, she shippin' sh*t that is illegal
Sent her to school just to be my paralegal
Me and Quay tight like a f*cking Kegel (that's my dawg, yeah)
Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin' sh*t just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet n*gga, floatin' every time I walk in
Hundred thousand n*gga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young n*gga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, b*tch I'm in all lanes
[Verse 2]
f*ck up the scenery, killin' the industry, n*ggas they envy me
b*tches, they diggin' me, know I'm a specialty, I got the recipe
Cook it up in your face like I'm Betty C
I leave the States and they knowin' my melody
Killin' sh*t, don't give a f*ck about sympathy
These b*tches dogs, I'm feeding them pedigree
I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies
I had to rob, had to scam, this the better me
Money keep flowing like I'm in the Medellin
She made that di*k disappear like Bermuda
All of my bad b*tches they be some cougers
f*ckin' your mama, she teach me, she tutor
I had to work my move, had to maneuver
Diamonds by Eliantte, b*tch it's scuba, don't let if fool you

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin' sh*t just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet n*gga, floatin' every time I walk in
Hundred thousand n*gga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young n*gga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, b*tch I'm in all lanes
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin' sh*t just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill