Space Time - Trippie Redd

Yeah, travelin' through space time

I travel through space time

Know I’m busy, I’ll make time

Heard I’m on top through the grapevine

I’ve been runnin' the block like a canine

Got the Glock and your mom havin' face time

Gotta praise Allah out in Dubai

You a bitch, wish your mom’s got your tubes tied

Giuseppe steppin' in the moonlight

Sippin' on lean, no moonshine

Tryna kill the opps but they won’t die

Don’t play with my shooter, he too fried

Went and spinned his block like two times

Don’t see nobody, I’m hungry, I went to McDonald’s and ordered like two fries

Came a long way from black mold and usin' the stoves to make chicken pot pie

Wanna play with my name, then we drop dimes

We done took the opp’s street sign

Niggas be mad, we top five

Niggas be mad, we top five

Niggas be mad, we top five

Niggas be mad

Niggas be mad, we top five

Niggas be mad

Niggas be mad, we top five

Niggas be mad

Niggas be mad

Go get some racks, go get some cash

Run up your bag, why you lookin' sad

On your ass, boy, get off your ass

Bitch, we about to spaz

Roll like thirty mags

Bitch, I feel like Bloody Bermit, I don’t wanna talk

Know we swaggin' and surfin', I don’t wanna walk

Went and bought my bitch a Birkin, I don’t know the cost

I’ma Rick, Margiela serpent, I can’t do Lacoste

They don’t like it when the tables turnin', they get sick and lost

All this water on my body, perfect, I’m just full of Voss