Space! - Duzzy

Hehe

Bruh

Haha

Yea!

(Nah forreal)

(I need my muhfuckin' space from these dumbasses bro forreal)

Ayy!

Geez!

Ay, yea

«Hey Duzzy!»

Get out my face!

I need my space!

Tree got the bass

I get the cake

Back in 8th grade

I dodged a case

Get out my way

Keep with the pace

Y’all be like «Yuh!»

Y’all be like «Ay!»

I be like «Huh?»

I be like «Wait.»

I want a wraith

I do the race

I’m gettin' paid

I’m makin plays

Let’s make this smooth, ay

I’m makin' moves, ay

Y’all mad, y’all wack, y’all hittin' Juuls, ay

I’m gettin' jewels, ay

I spit them facts, lil bitch ain’t cool, ay

Can’t fuck wit' you

Run that shit back, hit that like ouu, ay

Chicks come in twos ay

Maybach, like coupe

Okay, like-

Fake hoe anthem, uh

Bitch I’m gettin' paid, no ransom, uh

How that boy’s face so handsome, uh

Might go ghost, go phantom, uh

Not famous, but I ain’t no random, uh

Imma get a great old mansion, uh

Black on black like Manson uh

Hit a reverse and I feel like Ayo dancin', uh

You cannot beat me not in a cypher, uh

I am divine I feel like I’m Slifer, uh

I get the water, I’m like a geyser, uh

Cutie named Piper, I’m finna pipe her, uh

In my sandals huh

Yo girl call, I do not answer huh

Got the Bass, no Santana, huh

You want smoke, you gon' get cancer, uhh

Ay

Everybody actin' silly

Make Out Hill, no Jack and Jilly

Wanna make Mills like I’m back in Philly

Move 2 packs like I’m Makavelli

Uh, ay!

Shoutout to Vitals!

Fuck you if you feel entitled

See me on Apple and Tidal

Got more verses than the Bible

I’m no idol

Champ From Mars, like Eiffel

Fuck 12, no disciples

I need my *look at the title*

I need my *look at the title*

I need my *look at the title*

I need my *look at the title*

I need my *look at the title*

Space, ay