Outerspace Lyrics – Don Toliver ft. Baby Keem

[Intro]
This the 7-1-3 motherf**king Don T
And this your boy Cardo man
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Ayy, man, come pick these up in one those slayers
You know what I'm saying one of those sh!ts
With the elbows hanging out
Ayy, tap in

[Verse 1: Baby Keem & Don Toliver]
I say what's up man? It's Booman, I'm back again
Let your friends know
Can you braid my hair like Iverson's?
I'm just playing, woah, I got movie ...? on the channel
Most of my hoes know I don't play the piano
B!tch, I'm moving stuff
Just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh sh!t, he's Baby Keem"
You went too long and you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah, this sh!t all for take, yeah
You mistreat the ho (Ah-ah-ah)
Make her feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I can not relate, huh
Me and my girl moving at a pace, hmm
If that sh!t moving too fast, I hit the brakes

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
I say, "What's up, ho?"
It's booling, I'm back again
Tell your friend, ho
I can see the money through the lens
I'm just saying, though
No more baby really top ten, used to hop out the Benz
Cover that cash 'til the thought I spin
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), two more wings
I'ma let you go in peace, but I seen how it seem
Baby keep on calling, how it controlling me
But I working in a line, only way to try
I can not decide, middle of July

Part II

[Intro: Don Toliver]
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh-oh
Oh

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Ten toes down and I'm scheming in sh!t
Eviction notice, lil' b!tch
Get off my penis and sh!t, yeah
I'm the type to talk about my demons and sh!t
Tennis chains on, feeling like Serena and sh!t
I got stripes, I gotta write
I wanna run down on an opp, I call it a frame
Made it 'round, caught that chopper
N!gga I'm shooting, nah, these ain't blanks
I been moving in silence (Yeah)
I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence (Yeah), pray with me
I'm still not dead, I'm spinning it for ya'
(Still not dead, I'm spinning it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya'
(Want you back, yeah)
Gotta keep that strap for the militant soldier
(Keep that strap with you)
And you smoking that dope, right there I sold ya'
I thought I told ya' (Oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Baby Keem]
I gotta run through the fire
I need a ho like Mariah
I wanna swerve with the tire
I make the family retire
I gotta see the hope, be the way
I gotta feed the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to weak
Dodging the fake, woke in L.A.