Outerspace Lyrics by Don Toliver ft. Baby Keem

[Intro]
This the 7-1-3 motherfuckin' Don T
And this your boy Cardo man
Me and Keem just touched down in H-Town
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Ayy, man, come pick these up in one those slayers
You know what I'm sayin' one of those shits
With the elbows hangin' out
Ayy, tap in

[Verse 1: Baby Keem & Don Toliver]
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 ...? on the channel
Most of my hoes know I don't play the piano
Bitch, I'm movin' stuff
Just ask yourself, have you seen me?
"He got two hoes, oh shit, he's Baby Keem"
You went too long and you know it's time to see me
In and out the state, yeah, this shit all for take, yeah
You mistreat the ho (Ah-ah-ah)
Make her feel out of place, yeah
That's a big mistake, I can not 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
'82 Rolls (Yeah-yeah), two more wings
I'ma let you go in peace, but I seen how it seem
Baby keep on callin', how it controllin' me
But I workin' in a line, only way to try
I can not 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' in shit
Eviction notice, lil' bitch
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 gotta write
I wanna run down on an opp, I call it a frame
Made it 'round, caught that chopper
Nigga I'm shootin', nah, these ain't blanks
I been movin' in silence (Yeah)
I'm known to keep it private
I condone the violence (Yeah), pray with me
I'm still not dead, I'm spinnin' it for ya'
(Still not dead, I'm spinnin' it for ya)
When I want you back, but I can't employ ya'
(Want you back, yeah)
Gotta keep that strap for the militant soldier
(Keep that strap with you)
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 feed the folks where I lay
I gotta show the light to weak
Dodgin' the fake, woke in L.A.