M.M. Capone, Tokyo Suicide - Spacey Lyrics

Shooting like Harden, no I'm not a rocket
But I still blast off, I'm on a mission
Collecting these millions, only thing in my thoughts
This no commercial, no cuts, no takes, no editing, no shit nah
All of my old hoes, they hit me up
And they texting me, asking me "how"?
Shooting at niggas with my pocket rocket
I feel like I'm Harden, bitch stop it
Fucking a bitch that I met in a mosh pit (yeah)
My bitch really hate I do thot shit
Pull up with blicks and we shoot the whole place
Fucking ya bitch I did that to her face, yeah, uh
Now she love me, I cannot sing to that bitch, I ain't Drake
Colombian bitch and she got a fat ass, suck on my dick while I'm doing the dash
(wait) That's how I crashed
Mama told me that I'm living too fast
Nah, Ma, had to get of my ass
That's why all these lil niggas in last
I'm feeling spacey when I'm off the gas, puff puff feel like Craig I won't pass
Pull up (uh)
I'm paid in full (uh)
She tryna get to know me
But I never get to showing
All the blunts that I be blowing
She be thinking that it's snowing
All the ice up in the room (uh)
Looking like a monsoon
What you doing
What you doing?!?
Wasting your time on the Gram
When you should be out pursuing
You not pursuing nothing
Nah you ain't no cool cousin, I know all my cool cousins
You just out here a fool buggin'
What a shame
I got friends that put in work, we all gone win some rings
Shooting like Harden
No I'm not a rocket
But I still blast off
I'm on a mission
Collecting these millions
Only thing in my thoughts
This no commercial,
No takes, no cuts, no editing, no shit now
All of my old hoes
They hit me up
And they texting me
Asking me "how"?
Japanese clothes never been to Japan (on god)
Saucing real hard, ok I keep an Uzi on me so I feel like the man, wait
Okay my girl came from France
She know I'm juggin' till a nigga land
I hit the bitch from the back, I just been chillin' wit my nigga, Pac
You know a young nigga been gettin' them racks
Smokin' on strong, yeah I'm smokin' on thrax
I'm with Capone, know we all in our zone
Tell your girlfriend stop on calling my phone
She a birdie, tell that bitch leave me lone
She just see a young nigga gettin' guap
Now the bitch keep on fuckin' my clone
Gettin' money, everyday, I won't stop
Triss n Percs got me moving too slow
Wait, shoutout Capone (ok)
Wait, shoutout to Pac (packy)
Shoutout Outlaw (3700)
Wait, shoutout to Hurt (ok)
Ok shoutout to Peso (glocky)
End of the story, fucking yo bitch

Shooting like Harden, no I'm not a rocket
But I still blast off, I'm on a mission
Collecting these millions, only thing in my thoughts
This no commercial, no cuts, no takes, no editing, no shit nah
All of my old hoes, they hit me up
And they texting me, asking me "how"?
Shooting at niggas with my pocket rocket
I feel like I'm Harden, bitch stop it
Fucking a bitch that I met in a mosh pit (yeah)
My bitch really hate I do thot shit
Pull up with blicks and we shoot the whole place
Fucking ya bitch I did that to her face, yeah, uh
Now she love me, I cannot sing to that bitch, I ain't Drake
Colombian bitch and she got a fat ass, suck on my dick while I'm doing the dash
(wait) That's how I crashed
Mama told me that I'm living too fast
Nah, Ma, had to get of my ass
That's why all these lil niggas in last
I'm feeling spacey when I'm off the gas, puff puff feel like Craig I won't pass
Pull up (uh)
I'm paid in full (uh)
She tryna get to know me
But I never get to showing
All the blunts that I be blowing
She be thinking that it's snowing
All the ice up in the room (uh)
Looking like a monsoon
What you doing
What you doing?!?
Wasting your time on the Gram
When you should be out pursuing
You not pursuing nothing
Nah you ain't no cool cousin, I know all my cool cousins
You just out here a fool buggin'
What a shame
I got friends that put in work, we all gone win some rings
Shooting like Harden
No I'm not a rocket
But I still blast off
I'm on a mission
Collecting these millions
Only thing in my thoughts
This no commercial,
No takes, no cuts, no editing, no shit now
All of my old hoes
They hit me up
And they texting me
Asking me "how"?
Japanese clothes never been to Japan (on god)
Saucing real hard, ok I keep an Uzi on me so I feel like the man, wait
Okay my girl came from France
She know I'm juggin' till a nigga land
I hit the bitch from the back, I just been chillin' wit my nigga, Pac
You know a young nigga been gettin' them racks
Smokin' on strong, yeah I'm smokin' on thrax
I'm with Capone, know we all in our zone
Tell your girlfriend stop on calling my phone
She a birdie, tell that bitch leave me lone
She just see a young nigga gettin' guap
Now the bitch keep on fuckin' my clone
Gettin' money, everyday, I won't stop
Triss n Percs got me moving too slow
Wait, shoutout Capone (ok)
Wait, shoutout to Pac (packy)
Shoutout Outlaw (3700)
Wait, shoutout to Hurt (ok)
Ok shoutout to Peso (glocky)
End of the story, fucking yo bitch