World Is Yours BigSmokeChapo (Ft. Trippie Redd)
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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' bitch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my bitch in a Porsche (Yeah)
That's not my baby, might have to abort (Skrrt)
She like how I'm ballin', don't need a court (Yeah)
Can't fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that dick like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, uh, hatin' the a boy (boy)
Hatin' on the kid (Kid), hatin' on the goat (Goat)
Hatin' on me, bitch (Bitch), that'll get ya croaked (Fah)
Rap a beat for me, lil' bitch was shootin' up the show (Brr, bow, bow, bow)
Catch em' at the red light (Red light)
Pull up like the Grim Reaper
Bitch, I got a red sight (yeaah)
Pussy ass nigga, see the choppa, see my headlight (Headlights, woah, fah-fah)
It's a murder scene (Woah)
It's a murder scene (Woah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' bitch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my bitch in a Porsche (Yeah)
That's not my baby, might have to abort (Skrrt)
She like how I'm ballin', don't need a court (Yeah)
Can't fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that dick like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' bitch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my bitch in a Porsche (Yeah)
That's not my baby, might have to abort (Skrrt)
She like how I'm ballin', don't need a court (Yeah)
Can't fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that dick like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, uh, hatin' the a boy (boy)
Hatin' on the kid (Kid), hatin' on the goat (Goat)
Hatin' on me, bitch (Bitch), that'll get ya croaked (Fah)
Rap a beat for me, lil' bitch was shootin' up the show (Brr, bow, bow, bow)
Catch em' at the red light (Red light)
Pull up like the Grim Reaper
Bitch, I got a red sight (yeaah)
Pussy ass nigga, see the choppa, see my headlight (Headlights, woah, fah-fah)
It's a murder scene (Woah)
It's a murder scene (Woah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' bitch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my bitch in a Porsche (Yeah)
That's not my baby, might have to abort (Skrrt)
She like how I'm ballin', don't need a court (Yeah)
Can't fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that dick like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)
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