[Intro]
(Surfgang Bitch)
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Pasto Flocco, yea

[Chorus]
Space mommy mamasista
She off the xan, she feel like Vegeta
She give me the Jeepers Creepers yea
I get to the money spend it on the visa yea
Shorty don't love you, she not a keeper
I might just back it out (tss) heat him
Brought a Glock, you know its gon beat him
Defense I might as well read him

[Verse]
Harry he got the supply
[?] to see you when them bodies drop
Yea I'm going up, these n***as know that imma pop
And it be them day [?], that n***a a fly too
Whenever you wanna mess up, baby I will stop you
Yea, I'm going to the top, bring you with me too
Never let you fuck up, baby imma guide you
Harry he gon pull up, yea that n***a pop you
I can see clear, got designer on the face, cuban on my neck
Call me [?]
N***a talkin' down better stay up in your lane
When you see my ass in person n***a you can go no nothing
Oh nothing, no description
That n***a we killed him, his body drifting, in the ocean
Look up in her eyes, give that bitch the potion
Back it up we gotta toast him
[Chorus]
Space mommy mamasista
She off the xan, she feel like Vegeta
She give me the Jeepers Creepers yea
I get to the money spend it on the visa yea
Shorty don't love you, she not a keeper
I might just back it out (tss) heat him
Brought a Glock, you know its gon beat him
Defense I might as well read him
Space mommy mamasista
She off the xan, she feel like Vegeta
She give me the Jeepers Creepers yea
I get to the money spend it on the visa yea
Shorty don't love you, she not a keeper
I might just back it out (tss) heat him
Brought a Glock, you know its gon beat him
Defense I might as well read him