Robb Bank$ - Worl Boss lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - Worl Boss lyrics]
I got a wave and these niggas is drownin'
Phantom troop coupe, inside got a pilot
She hands-off with the Mac 11
Bae finger shinin'
Gucci Mobile Suit, that's a cheap
Cheap Gundam
I got full control, all the pigs we slaughter
Put metal in ya dawg, I'll Jimmy Neutron him
Shots lift coupe, yeah I took the top off it
GT lean, know I bet you drink on it
Damn, son, where'd ya find this?
Rich Gang or don't ya lil bitch
Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit! Rich Gang!
I'm fresh out the courtroom (Zone)
My niggas one thousand, no caption
Y'all niggas really ain't bout no action
Might right tell that like Martin in
The back of the Aston
I got a wave and these niggas is drownin'
Phantom troop coupe, inside got a pilot
She hands-off with the Mac 11
Bae finger shinin'
Gucci Mobile Suit, that's a cheap
Cheap Gundam
I got full control, all the pigs we slaughter
Put metal in ya dawg, I'll Jimmy Neutron him
Shots lift coupe, yeah I took the top off it
GT lean, know I bet you drink on it
Sip a whole liter out the bottle
Young nigga
I ain't finna break another promise
I just bought some shoes off Grailed
And I ain't scared to get a lil' blood on 'em
I just fucked a IG model shoot the club up
Young nigga come inside her
I'm still drippin' even though the Raf fake
If yours real then a nigga might rob you
Phone, no not one one gone, I got one ton
92109334 954 to the 504 magnolia my CEO
I'm triple 6 with a little bit of God
Three Three Three, nigga
Double S, Hundred niggas in my SSET
Pull up, I'm dumpin' at you with the tec
I made your main bitch give me neck
Double S, Worl Boss at his best
Badman?, pussy boy I left ya dead
Pull up, runnin' up
Worl Boss, Worl Boss, Worl Boss
New sauce, new drip, new sauce
New Stick, new part
Worl Boss, Worl Boss, Worl Boss
New sauce, finger fuck, get your girl off
Worl Boss, call me 'Worl Boss'
Drip on them niggas drip on them niggas
Drip on them niggas my bracelet got crystals
My bracelet got crystals, my boy
I got them emeralds
I got them emeralds, you turnin' green my boy
What is you talkin' 'bout? What
Is you talkin' 'bout?
Wet up yo scene, lil' boy
Pull up like?, lil' boy
Pull up light gleam lil' boy?, my boy
You turnin' green, my boy
You not me, lil' boy
Fuck is you mean, you boy
Drinkin' that lean, lil' boy haha, bitch!
Sset, sset, sset, sset, sset woooooh
Woooooh uh, uh
Don't need no caption
Don't need no, Don't need no caption
Don't need no caption
Double don't need no caption need no caption
Double don't need no caption sSET
18 up 20 glock-17 up 20
Tuh! Y'all niggas tryin' to bury me
Tuh! Huh! Bow! Bow! Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Phantom troop coupe, inside got a pilot
She hands-off with the Mac 11
Bae finger shinin'
Gucci Mobile Suit, that's a cheap
Cheap Gundam
I got full control, all the pigs we slaughter
Put metal in ya dawg, I'll Jimmy Neutron him
Shots lift coupe, yeah I took the top off it
GT lean, know I bet you drink on it
Damn, son, where'd ya find this?
Rich Gang or don't ya lil bitch
Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit! Rich Gang!
I'm fresh out the courtroom (Zone)
My niggas one thousand, no caption
Y'all niggas really ain't bout no action
Might right tell that like Martin in
The back of the Aston
I got a wave and these niggas is drownin'
Phantom troop coupe, inside got a pilot
She hands-off with the Mac 11
Bae finger shinin'
Gucci Mobile Suit, that's a cheap
Cheap Gundam
I got full control, all the pigs we slaughter
Put metal in ya dawg, I'll Jimmy Neutron him
Shots lift coupe, yeah I took the top off it
GT lean, know I bet you drink on it
Sip a whole liter out the bottle
Young nigga
I ain't finna break another promise
I just bought some shoes off Grailed
And I ain't scared to get a lil' blood on 'em
I just fucked a IG model shoot the club up
Young nigga come inside her
I'm still drippin' even though the Raf fake
If yours real then a nigga might rob you
Phone, no not one one gone, I got one ton
92109334 954 to the 504 magnolia my CEO
I'm triple 6 with a little bit of God
Three Three Three, nigga
Double S, Hundred niggas in my SSET
Pull up, I'm dumpin' at you with the tec
I made your main bitch give me neck
Double S, Worl Boss at his best
Badman?, pussy boy I left ya dead
Pull up, runnin' up
Worl Boss, Worl Boss, Worl Boss
New sauce, new drip, new sauce
New Stick, new part
Worl Boss, Worl Boss, Worl Boss
New sauce, finger fuck, get your girl off
Worl Boss, call me 'Worl Boss'
Drip on them niggas drip on them niggas
Drip on them niggas my bracelet got crystals
My bracelet got crystals, my boy
I got them emeralds
I got them emeralds, you turnin' green my boy
What is you talkin' 'bout? What
Is you talkin' 'bout?
Wet up yo scene, lil' boy
Pull up like?, lil' boy
Pull up light gleam lil' boy?, my boy
You turnin' green, my boy
You not me, lil' boy
Fuck is you mean, you boy
Drinkin' that lean, lil' boy haha, bitch!
Sset, sset, sset, sset, sset woooooh
Woooooh uh, uh
Don't need no caption
Don't need no, Don't need no caption
Don't need no caption
Double don't need no caption need no caption
Double don't need no caption sSET
18 up 20 glock-17 up 20
Tuh! Y'all niggas tryin' to bury me
Tuh! Huh! Bow! Bow! Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!
Ya dig? Ya dig? I dig!