My World Lyrics

I got a 10 piece, it's a big mac bitch

This choppa' on me let it blow like a wish

She suck on my dick and she swallow my kids

I fucked on her friend and I fucked on her twin

It's my world, yea this my shit

I fuck on yo' sister, I fuck on yo' bitch

I feel like I'm Jeter, I keep me a stick

I sip on the Wok, I ain't fuckin' with Trish

Yea, I sip on the Wok, Yea I just had to slow down

I pop me a perc and you know that I'm up now

Iced out my neck, and I bought me a bust down

She wanna' fuck, 'cause you know that I'm up now

It's my world, yea this my shit

I fuck on yo' sister, I fuck on yo' bitch

I feel like I'm Jeter, I keep me a stick

I sip on the Wok, I ain't fuckin' with Trish

I feel like Montana, you know that I'm rich

I came from the mud, nah we ain't had shit

My Momma was struggling just to pay rent

I do what I can, It is what it is

It's my world, yea this my shit

I fuck on yo' sister, I fuck on yo' bitch

I feel like I'm Jeter, I keep me a stick

I sip on the Wok, I ain't fuckin' with Trish

I nut on her eye so she watched my kids

Thought he was gang, turned out he a bitch

I bang with the Bloods, they my bro's lil' bitch

I'm realer than real, never fold lil' bitch

I bet the 9 will put 8 in his back like Clay

I'm in the trenches like Pascal today

Check tote a cutter but I tote a stick

CJack in the field, tryna' get me a pick

I picked off the pack, ran it back for a touchdown

Your gun never shoots so I bet it'll rust down

All of them losses, I caught me a dub now

I'm in the Sip' with my demons we lurk now

Went from the 334 to the 256

But the 601 my home lil' bitch

I'm throwing lobs, yea I'm Dak in this bitch

I came for the win yea I'm back in this bitch

I cannot cuff, 'cause I'm mackin' and shit

I'm In the field never lacking lil' bitch

He tried to run 'cause I'm packin' and shit

If I catch that boy then I'm blastin' his shit

I bet the 9 will put 8 in his back like Clay

I'm in the trenches like Pascal today

Check tote a cutter but I tote a stick

CJack in the field, tryna' get me a pick

(Dang, purpp, that hoe fye)

I picked off the pack, ran it back for a touchdown

Your gun never shoots so I bet it'll rust down

All of them losses, I caught me a dub now

I'm in the Sip' with my demons we lurk now