Space Time - Trippie Redd

Yeah, travel 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 running the block like a Canine

Got the Glock in your mom, havin' FaceTime

Gotta praise Allah out in Dubai

You a bitch, wish your mom got her tubes tied

Giuseppe steppin' in the moonlight

Sippin' on lean, no Moonshine

Tried to 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 using the stoves to make chicken pot pies

Wanna play with my name, then we drop dimes

Went and took the opps' street sign

Niggas be mad we top five

Niggas be mad we top five

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 (Yeah)

Niggas be mad (We top five)

Niggas be mad

Go get some racks (Go get some cash), go get some cash

Run up your bag, why you lookin' sad?

On your ass, boy, get off yo' ass

Bitch, we 'bout to spazz

Roll like thirty mags (Yeah, bah)

Woo, uh, hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey

Huh, bitch, I feel like Bloody Bermit, I don't wanna talk

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

W-W-Went and bought my bitch a Birkin, I don't know the cost

I’m a 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