OUTERSPACE (feat. Baby Keem)

[Part I] [Intro: Cardo] This the 7-1-3 motherfuckin' Don T Ayy, this your boy, Cardo, man Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ayy, man, come pick us up in one of them SLABS, you know what I'm sayin'? One of them shits with the elbows hangin' out Ayy, tap in [Verse 1: Baby Keem] 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 playin', woah, I got movie ho, top actress on the channel Most of my hoes know how to play the piano Bitch, I'm movin' stealth, just ask yourself, have you seen me? "He got two hoes, oh shit, he's Baby Keemy" You went too long, and you know it's time to see me In and out the state, yeah, this shit up for take, yeah You mistreat the ho, make her feel out of place, yeah That's a big mistake, I cannot relate, huh Me and my girl movin' at a pace, hmm If that shit movin' too fast, I hit the brakes [Verse 2: Don Toliver] I say, "What's up, ho? It's boolin', I'm back again" Tell your friend, ho, I can see the money through the lens I'm just sayin', though No more baby, really top ten, used to hop out the Benz Cover that cash 'til the thought I spin (Uh huh) '82 Rolls (Yeah yeah), '21 wings (Yeah yeah) I'ma let you go in peace, but I see it how it seem Baby, keep on callin', how it controllin' me But I workin' in a line, only way to try I cannot decide, middle of July [Part II] [Intro: Don Toliver] Oh, oh-oh Oh-yeah, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh Ooh [Verse 1: Don Toliver] Ten toes down, and I'm schemin' and shit Eviction notice, lil' bih, get off my penis and shit, yeah I'm the type to talk about my demons and shit Tennis chains on, feelin' like Serena and shit I got stripes, I got rank I will run down on a opp, I caught a flame (Flame) 'Member when I copped that chopper Nigga, now, I'm shootin', nah, these ain't blanks (Gah gah gah) I been movin' in silence (Yeah), I'm known to keep it private I condone the violence (Yeah), play with me, I'm slidin' I'm still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya (Still not dead, I'm spinnin' for ya) When I want you back, but I can't employ ya (Want you back, yeah) Gotta keep that strap like a militant soldier (Gotta keep that strap with a militant) And you smokin' that dope, right there, I sold ya I thought I told ya (Ooh ooh) [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 free the folks where I lay I gotta show the light to the weak Dodgin' the fake woke in L.A.