Like satellites
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Lover on the inside
Soldier on the out
Fighting with my hands tied
Still rolling loud
I been on a landslide
Watch for me now
Morning to the AM
Still causing mayhem
Asian boy glow goku super saiyan
Heard a fraction of the sound and it made em wanna lay down
Mines woke em up like folgers with the bacon
Hear the bass go & they turn to a base head
This is fine crafted over time nun basic
Can't get enough of this game we displaying
I could rap in circles if I wanted to
I just wrote a poem Maya Angelou
Riding round the block, hand on ten & two
I just do my dougie ain't no tricky moves
When we stepping yeah we bending rules
Came with the fam boy I can't lose
Like satellites in space,
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Hey, Hi
They like Low how you been
Tucked off tryna stack up my ends
You don't see me with them because they not my friends
Tryna run it up go stash it in a benz
Like a fiend go get it by any means
Don't fucc over the whole team
Aye,
Whoa
Whoa
Lay low, go run up the bank roll
Don't do what they say so
That's my cuz like Mateo
Aye,
Never said I'm gangster I be with a gang of stars
Weed hitting hard off the tree's hope I never fall
Way to high
I'm coolin with stars
Love my people if you need go give me a call
Momma said I'm different therefore can't fit in with y'all
Think his name is Alfredo he feeling the sauce
Never broke again on the court ready to ball
& You way to fake can't cool it with y'all
Like satellites
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face at all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Carl Armada & mr.eyezlow - FETTUCCINE Lyrics
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Like satellites
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Lover on the inside
Soldier on the out
Fighting with my hands tied
Still rolling loud
I been on a landslide
Watch for me now
Morning to the AM
Still causing mayhem
Asian boy glow goku super saiyan
Heard a fraction of the sound and it made em wanna lay down
Mines woke em up like folgers with the bacon
Hear the bass go & they turn to a base head
This is fine crafted over time nun basic
Can't get enough of this game we displaying
I could rap in circles if I wanted to
I just wrote a poem Maya Angelou
Riding round the block, hand on ten & two
I just do my dougie ain't no tricky moves
When we stepping yeah we bending rules
Came with the fam boy I can't lose
Like satellites in space,
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Hey, Hi
They like Low how you been
Tucked off tryna stack up my ends
You don't see me with them because they not my friends
Tryna run it up go stash it in a benz
Like a fiend go get it by any means
Don't fucc over the whole team
Aye,
Whoa
Whoa
Lay low, go run up the bank roll
Don't do what they say so
That's my cuz like Mateo
Aye,
Never said I'm gangster I be with a gang of stars
Weed hitting hard off the tree's hope I never fall
Way to high
I'm coolin with stars
Love my people if you need go give me a call
Momma said I'm different therefore can't fit in with y'all
Think his name is Alfredo he feeling the sauce
Never broke again on the court ready to ball
& You way to fake can't cool it with y'all
Like satellites
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face at all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Lover on the inside
Soldier on the out
Fighting with my hands tied
Still rolling loud
I been on a landslide
Watch for me now
Morning to the AM
Still causing mayhem
Asian boy glow goku super saiyan
Heard a fraction of the sound and it made em wanna lay down
Mines woke em up like folgers with the bacon
Hear the bass go & they turn to a base head
This is fine crafted over time nun basic
Can't get enough of this game we displaying
I could rap in circles if I wanted to
I just wrote a poem Maya Angelou
Riding round the block, hand on ten & two
I just do my dougie ain't no tricky moves
When we stepping yeah we bending rules
Came with the fam boy I can't lose
Like satellites in space,
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face
At all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Hey, Hi
They like Low how you been
Tucked off tryna stack up my ends
You don't see me with them because they not my friends
Tryna run it up go stash it in a benz
Like a fiend go get it by any means
Don't fucc over the whole team
Aye,
Whoa
Whoa
Lay low, go run up the bank roll
Don't do what they say so
That's my cuz like Mateo
Aye,
Never said I'm gangster I be with a gang of stars
Weed hitting hard off the tree's hope I never fall
Way to high
I'm coolin with stars
Love my people if you need go give me a call
Momma said I'm different therefore can't fit in with y'all
Think his name is Alfredo he feeling the sauce
Never broke again on the court ready to ball
& You way to fake can't cool it with y'all
Like satellites
In space
I'm taking off
Can't feel my face at all
I think I'm sauced
It's just me an my friend lil bape boys
In the city on our grind,
Yeah we make noise
Kick flip got me dressing like I skate board
Cost of life got me busy tryna make more
Why they gotta hate for
Writer: Jeryme Holguin, Carl Arriola
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Carl Armada & mr.eyezlow
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Jeryme Holguin, Carl Arriola