Fat Nick, Eddy Baker - We World Wide lyrics

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

Ballin', ballin' now
My team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack
Y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands
Y'all can't even see me now
Ballin', ballin' now
My team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack
Y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands
Y'all can't even see me now

Pocket rocket when I walk, if he talk
I let it pop
Trap the trap, man, fuck the cops
I pray they families fuckin' drop
Lean in me, money fiend
Satan always watchin' me
Surroundin' me, lovin' me
Labels say they after me
Fuck this shit, I been
On top, pourin' fours, i hope I drop
Smartphone flex, I work this pot
Go work the work, i never stop
Jugg-Juggin' out the coupe
Two four-fours shoot
First I run up then I caught 'em
Then I shoot 'em in the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest bitch
My ex lil' mad, she wasn't shit
Ksubi fit with pistol grip
Gon' cock it back and watch 'em dip
Ski mask now, bitch
I'm 'bout to kick doors if I catch 'em
Twenty shots go and I'm huntin'
'boutta blow
Thumpa been tucked, bucked, fuck a pussy
Let it go always up, I'm comin' up
Too much lean, I can't stand up
All these groupies lovin' me
They wanna fuck and swallow me
Ninth grade drop out, man, fuck school
Jugg the jugg, we made it, too
Trap house drugs, fuck love, I lust
Can't take yo' shit, we countin' bucks

Ballin', ballin' now
My team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack
Y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands
Y'all can't even see me now
Ballin', ballin' now
My team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, bitch
We stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack
Y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands
Y'all can't even see me now

Shinin', you can't see now
Eatin' fettuccini now
Bitch, I came up like a
Bird floatin' in the clouds
Yeah, you know I copped them pounds
Used to flip that quarter ounce
Plus I made that fourteen bounce
Dirt all in my bank account
Pistol at my auntie house
Trap shit, what you ain't about
Game's a bitch, I ate her out
I never ever take her out
All my shows be sellin' out

I'm the man of the house
Charles got kicked the fuck out

'Bout it, 'bout it, bitch, I'm so about it
Got the shoebox stashed
Still don't need no damn accountant
I'm a five-star crook and my
Jew bitch look Italian
Hella boys in this bitch
Toss yo' ass up like a salad
I'm just blowin' Berry Kush
Fuck with me then you wildin'
I'm a coach of this shit
Got five plays on my line
Man, I don't ever come late, for the cake
I'm on time and
In this bitch, got your bitch so excited
Little ho