[Chorus]
Im in an inverted galaxy
My gang is what yours tryna be
We goin' up, we got no gravity
I read n***as well so don't lie to me
That n***a think he passin' me
That .32, KR gon' pass to me
Once a n***a start attackin' me
Just finnese his ass so passively
We not 'sposed to be here (no)
Fuck the haters and the fake friends
Young n***a can't see clear (bro)
Murk yo gang like I'm Jason
Shawty said she wanna make trends
But i had to pass, she was hatin'
Cut off n***as, they on some fake shit
Chillin' in an outer spaceship

[Verse 1]
In the coupe, now we racin'
You a fan so don't say shit
We don't fuck with that lame shit
N***a thought we wouldn't make it
We gettin' guap so it's fuck what you say
Performin' shows, gettin' rich today
We in go mode, we can't skip a day
We strapped with the gang, and it's YBK
I don't talk to many mans
Only friends with my bands
If we see yo gang, they gettin' laid
We gon' spin yo block, spin again
If we see a opp, we sleep him
Fake n***as, i don't need them
He 'round the corner, i peeped him
Smoked his ass, them blue lights singin'
(now them blue lights singin')