WORLD DOMINATION ft. Liluub666 & Gettah Lyrics

I just tell them how it is, bitch

First time I hit a couple thou

Money talks, but family first

Big plate, feelin' hungry now

Need a hundred dollar T and some loud

Fuck around like pass me my keys

Drivin' off without my ID

Oh, oh, oh, I cannot believe

Me-Megan just hit me on the DM

Shout out Texas, I ain't even been there

Shout out OT, I know he be trippin'

I got love for states, I never step in

What the fuck you mean I need a check-in?

I mean for what?

You asking for a handout?

Grab my balls, cause that's what you get now

It's always sunny up on the east side

Me and my dawg, we tryna get in motion

More money, more problems, just mo' shit

It's just nothing that we can't handle

We the dream team, baby, I'm young Kobe

Ball out in the court, I call my lawyer

Chop it up, then talk some numbers

EZA takin' all over the summer

What you get?

07 Hummer

Bumped that, that glamorous lifestyle

What you want, you can't even get now

Fake tits and ass, I still show love

Ain't this what you want

It's young EZA

Fly different continents, no visa

Need a bad bitch, straight Puerto Rican

Count your dayz, it's Death Creepin' season

Count your dayz, it's Death Creepin' season

Bitch, I've been the coldest fuckin' one awful season

Shinin' like the sun, I'm the one who stay gleamin'

The one who's gon' bleed 'em

The one who will do anything for his team

It's your gunner, boy

Runnin' the whole summer, boy

Tryna run a check up, I'm started to do numbers, boy

Bitch, I need a bust down, hoes I wanna fuck now

It's that young Cali killer creepin' on the hunt now

Bitch, I need to blow

Fore my kin, ho

Stackin' all this paper, bitch, I'm standin' ten toes

Walkin' down, droppin' em now, that's how we do it, bro

Please don't try me or you'll end up in bomb

I stay low-key, but this 4-5 on go

Wish you were me, I know you do, ho

Wish you were me, I know you do, ho

I stay low-key, but this 4-5 on go

Bitch, I'm creepin' with chrome

Choppers on standby, send shots to your home

Run through your trap, take your stash, then jet off

Run through your trap, take your stash, then jet off

I remember bein' down, I was so lonely

All I wanted was some love, but no one would hold me

I was in the trap, flippin' packs that's the ol me

I'll never give a handout, cause they owe me

When I'm out in public, bitch, don't act like you know me

Fourth quarter, get to shootin' like I'm fuckin' Kobe

Ain't gon' bust shit, bitch, you a fuckin' phony

Stayin' by my lonely, bitch I don't do baloney

You's a bitch, you ain't beefin' with shit

Number one, see? Gettah, yeah, I'm finna get picked

And I really bossed up I ain't gotta worried bout shit

I did a drill with my ex and the hoe was a snitch

Shit