Rule the WRLD Lyrics

I go dumber than somebody not good at math

I pull up on a hoe, I do my thing and then do the dash

You can see the drip, I'm always rockin', I make it splash

I don't even listen to your shit cause I know it's trash

I don't even listen to you talkin', I know it's wack

You know I'm a killer when you hear me on any track

Came in dumb, had to stop it and run it back

Came in steppin', got some haters like, what is that

Everybody wanna rule the world

When I pull up, let em know he bout to lose his girl

You confused for real

Ain't seen you in some years, you a loser still

Only thing you got poppin' them prescription pills

Know a bitch in the club with Versace heels

Seen one too many tryna cop a feel

You gotta stop for real

I had to stop for real

Take a break, take a breath, quick pause in here

It's bout to be the year that these lames wake up and see P is here

Where I been at this whole time

With the bars like I did some federal crimes

In my notes writing 65 more rhymes

I hate childish hoes

They ain't got no business, so they stay in mine

Twak bitch, go and hit a few more lines

I got one too many hitters, one too many wig splitters

If you tryna fuck with gang, maybe reconsider

I'm not tryna turn the crew into some grave diggers

What you think this is, I'm tryna hit nine figures, and then ten figures

I be smacking bitches like we was on Jerry Springer

I been dropping hits it sound like everyone a dinger

You think I want the bitch, but I know she been through the ringer

Don't be pressing up on homie, gotta trigger finger

Bow, bow, got that finger flicker

Cop the red beam for the drac and then get to clicking

Bow, bow, get messy

Got a whole team, leave the scene red like sexy

Bow, bow