"The World Mad" lyrics
Yeah, aye
Baby give me some cash
Yeah, aye aye
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
I hit up Gleas, I was young boy with a .45
Trying to bust boy and it's tucked boy
Won't he hit up fire
Bitch your life already cut, boy
Soon as Tuna hop up out that motherfucking cut boy
They gonna wish they never came outside like they Youngboy
And the sticky stay up on my side, tell 'em good boy
Bitch eat the whole dick, like it was an Almond Joy
They done made us–, hold on, aye
They done made us leave the trap I feel like Obama, boy
They said that I'm dumb, best believe it, I smack a scholar, boy
They thought shit was sweet, I pulled up with all the drama boy
And it's two drums on the K like a fucking llama boy
Bitch, I got all the trees huh, koala boy
I got them snipers in the trees like, koalas boy
Why that bitch bit my dick, she got a piranha jaw
And this Glock a fucking 808, this bitch make a lot of noise
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
Got two twin like I was ambidextrous
Piss on that grave, shout out R
Kelly
It's getting hot in the trap, no Nelly
Bouncing like Nas and hit them in they belly
Three five and banana be heavenly off of the Henny
The Wok and the perc got me feeling like Mickey
I bend at the house right after the club
Look goofy as fuck trying to fuck on Minnie
And that bitch a good girl but I brought the hoe out her
Now she soul snatching
Blitz her like I own madden
And she touch her toes then I might fire her man and toe tag 'em
All that flagging gonna catch up just like the turtle and you might be moving slow after
How you say you got the K, n you went and told after
You's a hoe
Matter of fact I wouldn't be
Surprised if you a whole Ashley
Pull up on that bitch, I might put dick in her whole jaw
Oh damn, bitch I'm Mr Florida
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
Baby give me some cash
Yeah, aye aye
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
I hit up Gleas, I was young boy with a .45
Trying to bust boy and it's tucked boy
Won't he hit up fire
Bitch your life already cut, boy
Soon as Tuna hop up out that motherfucking cut boy
They gonna wish they never came outside like they Youngboy
And the sticky stay up on my side, tell 'em good boy
Bitch eat the whole dick, like it was an Almond Joy
They done made us–, hold on, aye
They done made us leave the trap I feel like Obama, boy
They said that I'm dumb, best believe it, I smack a scholar, boy
They thought shit was sweet, I pulled up with all the drama boy
And it's two drums on the K like a fucking llama boy
Bitch, I got all the trees huh, koala boy
I got them snipers in the trees like, koalas boy
Why that bitch bit my dick, she got a piranha jaw
And this Glock a fucking 808, this bitch make a lot of noise
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
Got two twin like I was ambidextrous
Piss on that grave, shout out R
Kelly
It's getting hot in the trap, no Nelly
Bouncing like Nas and hit them in they belly
Three five and banana be heavenly off of the Henny
The Wok and the perc got me feeling like Mickey
I bend at the house right after the club
Look goofy as fuck trying to fuck on Minnie
And that bitch a good girl but I brought the hoe out her
Now she soul snatching
Blitz her like I own madden
And she touch her toes then I might fire her man and toe tag 'em
All that flagging gonna catch up just like the turtle and you might be moving slow after
How you say you got the K, n you went and told after
You's a hoe
Matter of fact I wouldn't be
Surprised if you a whole Ashley
Pull up on that bitch, I might put dick in her whole jaw
Oh damn, bitch I'm Mr Florida
Where I'm at, when I die everybody gon' be smoking me Up the road
When I got out, I ain't want no one approaching me
Everyone a opp, if it ain't Ls then it ain't Kosher seed
Jump right off the porch, but I'm still right up on the porch wit' weed
Bring that bag right to your door like it's a stork with me
And your bitch be liking all my pics, think she adoring me
I might hit her up like aye I know your man might hold the key
But I ain't trying to cuff ya, I'm tryna show you something you never seen
Ran in the basement, got a hook caught a dope Kareem
Coke fiend, ya broke but you the dope man so that's a dream
I been styling since the droopy jeans and baggy tees
I been the shit man, they should call me Lil Reese
