WHOLE WORLD Lyrics

Quick 500 on my tee, 20,000 on my teeth

Want a feature, pay the fee, let's get to business, Keep it brief

Said I love her, keep it hundred She don't mean not shit to me

But I'm tryna fuck And I'm D-Bucks, so she gon' match my energy

Ayy, I got plays all on my phone, money get me in my zone

My plug taxin', piss me off, but if I rob him , then I'm wrong

Ayy, I got 30 different bitches, want me put them in a song

But I can't, cause if I say they friend name, then they gon' know

Ayy, I'm that one, nah, I ain't gon' start that shit like that

Bitch, I'm that one nigga, I'm really out here steppin', I ain't just hip-hoppin'

Trap slappin' hard as fuck, ayy, this bitch Chris Rock'n

Ayy, I'm finna tweak out in this bitch, Loon when the beat dropping

Bitch, get out my business, find you somethin' you can focus on

The wock just beat my ass, pour up again, cause I ain't overdose

You know I'm about my bread, about my green, about my provolone

I'm smokin' Fatboy, stay in my pocket like my mobile phone

Gang nem' pop up like a pimple, lotta red dots

Turn him from a gangster to a model, we gave him headshots

Bro nem' put the dope under the mattress, nigga, bedrock

Ayy, I'll pop him, I don't wrestle, I'll put a bitch in a leg lock

We really be trappin', get em' in and get them gone too

These seven.62's'll fill your stomach up like soul food

It ain't beef if you ain't tryna kill that nigga, that shit tofu

Trap house got everything you need, that bitch like Roku

Gas on me it stay strong, shirt to put your face on

Photo shop the glizzy, this the one to get your face gone

Bitch, hop off my dick, this the same one I put your bae on

Had her face down, bottoms up, like I'm Trey Songz

You ain't no gangster, do that shit that's in your caption

Only script I got for Wok, I never got no script for acting

Don't got a bitch, money and music is my passion

Say you wanna win, I want the dub too, I need my taxes, nigga

He seen me text this bitch and he got passive

Like, don't hit her again, shit I won't, already smashed her, nigga

My white boy be stretching shit, Mr. Fantastic

We really get active, niggas cappin', they some action figures

My pockets gettin' thicker, my patience gettin' thinner

Google Drama Buxaplenty, I forgot I was that nigga

Ask me if I hit your bitch, shit probably, I can't remember

Any bitch who get my heart, Winner, winner, chicken dinner

Damn, it feel like winter, streets keep gettin' slicker

Take him out like it's a date, damn, I show know how to pick em'

When that money get to talkin, you won't make it to the spital'

If you catch that boy in wack em', winner, winner, chicken dinner, nigga