[Flame] 🔥 Quality Control - Space Cadet Lyrics
[Intro]
 Cook that shit up, Quay
[Chorus]
 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
[Verse 1]
 Pull up in somethin’ 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 confetti
 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 Kegel (that’s my dawg, yeah)
 Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures
[Chorus]
 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
[Verse 2]
 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 to rob, had to scam, 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 cougers
 Fuckin’ your mama, she teach me, she tutor
 I had to work my move, had to maneuver
 Diamonds by Eliantte, bitch it’s scuba, don’t let if fool you
[Chorus]
 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
