King Libra, Lor Smoot - George Jetson Lyrics

Smoking good gas on a space ship
Whole lotta blues yeah my money Crip
If she ain't trying fuck then she just strip
Nigga I'm a young thug on some rich shit
Yeah hottest nigga with the hottest sounds
Nigga we get weed by the pounds
Baby i'm a dog roll with hounds
Looking for what's real I been around

Now that I'm up all these wan fuck with me
Oh the irony
Something bout shawty man she raise my anxiety
Met my fantasy finally
Lib big flexer
Money on the dresser
Want a compressor
Fuck my oppressors
Living like a star yeah my life going stress her
I ain't even text her she like it when I press her
Rockstar skinnies and sum Yeezys'
All black looking all sleazy
Shout out to my plug got me easy
Catch me on the video on yo TV
Keep my girl high on her own though
Drip her in Chanel till she overload
She going give me top till I blow blow
If she the whip she won't go home
Don't get caught up in the flashing lights
You ain't gotta be mine tonight
Aye you ain't gotta be uptight
Shawty I promise I'll do you right
We can chill on the couch make a movie
Couple of shots of Henny now we goofy
Really don't want another groupie
The way she put it down so smoothly

Smoking good gas on a space ship
Whole lotta blues yeah my money Crip
If she ain't trying fuck then she just strip
Nigga I'm a young thug on some rich shit
Yeah hottest nigga with the hottest sounds
Nigga we get weed by the pounds
Baby I'm a dog roll with hounds
Looking for what's real I been around

Baby I'm just tryna take you on a cloud
We can take a ride in my spaceship
Going for a trip we ain't earthbound
Yeah If you want it I can spend it
My baby she my flight attendant
I had to get her a necklace
I love the way she be shining yeah it's something bout her luminescence aye
Neck is hitting like it fell out the sky
Smoot World planet number 9
Mars the color my eyes
Pluto the color my ice yeah
Lor Shawty she talk to me nice yeah
And she be dressing it up with some spice
It come with her zodiac sign
And she compatible mine
My nigga Libra cook it he the chef
Inna studio we smoking to death
I'm higher than space I be holding my breath
If there's an imposter he getting ejected
Don't try my niggas cuz they gonna test it
Speed racing to the bands a lor reckless
Tryna get the blues
Smoke a blunt and get my mood

Smoking good gas on a space ship
Whole lotta blues yeah my money Crip
If she ain't trying fuck then she just strip
Nigga I'm a young thug on some rich shit
Yeah hottest nigga with the hottest sounds
Nigga we get weed by the pounds
Baby i'm a dog roll wit hounds
Looking for what's real I been around