Rule The World Lyrics

Fuck slowing this shit down and pick this bitch the fuck up

The fuck?

Masked up at the AT-, fuck okay

Masked up at the AT-, yeah, huh, shit, huh

Marcus you know we got a hit here

(If Marcus made it you know it's a hit)

Masked up at the ATM like I'm scared of COVID

Hoes telling me that I'm the goat like I don't fucking know it

Ten racks, out my pocket, I'm a go and blow it

Why you talking about a 20-ball you can't even show it

Mad as fuck, they charged me ten racks at the Autobahn

Me and Marcus got an empire like the Ottomans

I'm up still fucking burnt hoes with a condom on

She told me eat the pussy I said baby it's Ramadan

Huh, but shit, I think it's Iftar

Hellcat sounding like a pterodactyl when that bitch start

Trying to run away, tracker on his whip he won't get far

GTA money in the whip on my fifth star (skrt)

Medusa, turn his ass to stone when he saw the boss

Gardner of the blues now his ass mad I got the sauce

Indiana, '76 be hard to spot a loss

Jewish money, trying to steal, you'll see what the hollows cost

You Vanderbilt in 2020, hard to spot a win

My bitch blocked me after I fucked, I'm fucking thots again (hah)

That's an EBT car boy, that is not a BIN (nah)

Bitch we ain't pulling to the party you got cops in it

At a frat party with the steppers, twenty guns deep

These white boys acting like cops, 21 Jump Street,

Told his ass don't worry about it he asking why my cup pink (Dont ever ask that shit again dumbass)

Said she wanna fuck, swear I kicked her out forty times

Neck full of gold in the bay thought it was '49

Accountant and my doctor mad as hell, I just poured forty lines

He tried eat off my plate, gave him .45

Call Marcus, he ain't pick up, better answer bitch

Where the za at, we ain't fucking with cancer sticks (nah)

This bitch fucking slow like she love me, go faster bitch

Asking why my phone at her place, you can ask her bitch, huh shit

I'll fuck a burnt hoe if I know that the head different

Told the bitch shut the fuck up like she Meg Griffin (shut up bitch)

Bitch pussy wide as hell put my head in it

Y-Your girl a runner and I heard she hit the road dog

Marcus on the beat, yeah he know that my flow hard

Talking shit, turn that wolf cut to a mohawk

Banana clip, make this tool bend, this ain't Quahog

In Virginia with the Cavaliers I'm like Cleveland Brown

She want to stay after I nut, bitch you leaving now

I was good off the two sips, but I'm tweaking out

You was popping back in high school, heard you geeking now?

Huh, that's a bad look, change ain't coming to your life you ain't Sam Cooke

I ain't even punching it for real this a half hook

I ain't even trying to peep your bitch, this a half look, damn

Mid as hell no one trying peep you can trust me bitch

Only letting hoes with boyfriends, come and fuck me bitch

I know your credit, you'll drop mine if you touch me bitch

No one looking at you at the club cause you ugly bitch

Get that ugly bitch away from me, if I gotta see her stupid ass better pray for me

Told the IRS I get paid occasionally

Apa on the track, but you know Marcus made the beat

I spit heat but my heart cold like Green Bay

I be in and out that bitch life like I'm Ceeday

Got the game on lock, I ain't giving it no leeway

Think it's sweet, give them 21 guns like it's Green Day, huh shit