Space Cadet Lyrics - Quality Control

Cook that shit up Quay 

Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah 

Diamonds lit, no chandelier 

Poppin' shit just like a pill 

Shawty bad, she dressed to kill 

Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in 

Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains 

Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring 

All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes 

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Pull up in something that's foreign, these bitches weren't ready 

Pop me a Addy and take off like I'm in Andretti 

I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty 

Pop out and I just surprise a bitch like I'm Fetty 

A foreign bitch, she shippin' shit that is illegal 

Sent her to school just to be my paralegal 

Me and Quay tight like a fucking keyhole (that's my dawg, yeah) 

Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures 

Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah 

Diamonds lit, no chandelier 

Poppin' shit just like a pill 

Shawty bad, she dressed to kill 

Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in 

Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains 

Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring 

All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes 

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Fuck up the scenery, killin' the industry, niggas they envy me 

Bitches, they diggin' me, know I'm a specialty, I got the recipe 

Cook it up in your face like I'm Betty C 

I leave the States and they knowin' my melody 

Killin' shit, don't give a fuck about sympathy 

These bitches dogs, I'm feeding them pedigree 

I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies 

I had the raw, had to scale, this the better me 

Money keep flowing like I'm in the Medellin 

She made that dick disappear like Bermuda 

All of my bad bitches they be some cuckoos 

Fuckin' your mama, she teach me, she tutor 

I had to work my move, had to maneuver 

Diamonds by Elliante, bitch it's scuba, don't let if fool you 

Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah 

Diamonds lit, no chandelier 

Poppin' shit just like a pill 

Shawty bad, she dressed to kill 

Space cadet nigga, floatin' every time I walk in 

Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains 

Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring 

All gas, no brake, bitch I'm in all lanes 

Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah 

Diamonds lit, no chandelier 

Poppin' shit just like a pill 

Shawty bad, she dressed to kill