Around the World lyrics

[Intro]
(Fire this b*tch up, Hulk, gang)
Look

[Chorus]
I never asked a n*gga to post my sh*t (Never)
'Round the whole world, they know my sh*t (On God)
Did it off of love, you don't owe me sh*t (Off love)
Stopped doin' drugs and my life got lit (Stopped drugs)
Thirty-five bands when I lift my wrist
Got racks stacked up, man, this sh*t don't fit (sh*t)
Took a lot of L's, why the f*ck would I quit?
Murder got beat, why the f*ck would I snitch? (Shh)
Flew up North with a down South b*tch (Phew, phew)
I'm way in New York, but I got that blick (Fah)
Went for my chain, then his ass got hit (Boom)
Mall ain't have sh*t, but the boy got rich (Got rich)
Fans runnin' up, gotta stop, take a pic' (Boy)
My neck full of gold, sh*t look like p*ss (Gold)
House full of hoes, all of 'em on G6
Camera roll, n*gga, and I'm good from that 1 to the 6 (Let's go)

[Verse]
Might pull up with big booty West Side b*tch (Ooh, ooh)
Facе card good, yeah, I check out, b*tch (b*tch)
Know a n*gga got rich on the hit, onе lick (One lick)
Check on his head, get his ass done quick (Bye)
My whole gang, n*ggas gettin' money like Mitch (Money)
Chopper hit his ass, make him hear a high pitch
Had a good day, spent two K for the kick
Iceburg got it hot like a bakery, b*tch (Iceburg)
I know these f*ck n*ggas hate on me (f*ck n*ggas)
Got these chains on my neck like it's slavery (Slavery)
I'm the hardest, you cannot debate on me (Never)
From the block, I got rich off of melodies (On God)
Duffel bag and it's filled with your salary (Cash)
Custom drip, I ain't rockin' no Gallery (No)
Switch hit him in his ass, lost calories (Frrt)
I'm the boss, b*tch, talk to my faculty (b*tch)
Leave the show and these b*tches run after me (Let's go)
Penthouse, I don't sleep in no DoubleTree (Nah)
Got these racks in my pockets, they huggin' me (Racks)
Got me swervin', the b*tch started suckin' me (Skrrt)
Take my swag, but it never can double me (Never)
Won a championship, poppin' bubbly (Poppin')
Ain't none of these n*ggas did nothin' for me (Never)
On God (On God)
[Chorus]
I never asked a n*gga to post my sh*t (Never)
'Round the whole world, they know my sh*t (On God)
Did it off of love, you don't owe me sh*t (Off love)
Stopped doin' drugs and my life got lit (Stopped drugs)
Thirty-five bands when I lift my wrist
Got racks stacked up, man, this sh*t don't fit (sh*t)
Took a lot of L's, why the f*ck would I quit?
Murder got beat, why the f*ck would I snitch? (Shh)
Flew up North with a down South b*tch (Phew, phew)
I'm way in New York, but I got that blick (Fah)
Went for my chain, then his ass got hit (Boom)
Mall ain't have sh*t, but the boy got rich (Got rich)
Fans runnin' up, gotta stop, take a pic' (Boy)
My neck full of gold, sh*t look like p*ss (Gold)
House full of hoes, all of 'em on G6 (Yeah)
Camera roll, n*gga, and I'm good from that 1 to the 6

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm good from that 1 to the 6, n*gga
From your hood to my hood, n*gga, don't matter where I'm at, I'm good, n*gga
f*ck you doin', n*gga? Stopped doin' drugs and my life got lit, the f*ck?
The f*ck I look like chasin' a b*tch?
Haha, Iceburg, b*tch