World Is Yours lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' b*tch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my b*tch 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 f*ck with a bag, this sh*t for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that di*k 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, b*tch (b*tch), that'll get ya croaked (Fah)
Rap a beat for me, lil' b*tch was shootin' up the show (Brr, bow, bow, bow)
Catch em' at the red light (Red light)
Pull up like the Grim Reaper
b*tch, I got a red sight (yeaah)
pus*y ass n*gga, 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' b*tch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my b*tch 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 f*ck with a bag, this sh*t for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that di*k like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)
[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
I got a pot, I got a fork (Slime)
I got a Glock, I'm in New York (Yeah, b*tch)
I'm with your b*tch (Yeah), I got this lil' ho eatin' di*k (Yeah, she eatin' di*k)
Young n*gga trap with that fire, young n*gga trap with that brand new stick (That stick, yeah)
Young n*gga trap with that fire (That fire), young n*gga pull up, brand new b*tch (b*tch), yeah
Let me grab my scale (My scale), I got clientelle (Trappin')
Free my f*ckin' twin (My twin), he ain't get no bail (Woah-woah-woah, yeah)
I got Rick all over my fit, my b*tch, she bad as hell (Hell, yeah)
Ran down on him with that new stick (Fah), that boy better not tell (Fah-fah, yeah, b*tch)
Yeah, that boy better not squeal (He better not tell)
Pop me a muhf*ckin' perc' and sip some drank and now I'm healed (Yeah), snake (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Trip', the world is yours (Yours)
Put that lil' b*tch in a morgue (Morgue)
[?] I got a force (Force)
Might put my b*tch 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 f*ck with a bag, this sh*t for sport (Sport, yeah)
Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar)
I do not have remorse (Yeah)
She ride that di*k like a horse (Yeah)
I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)