World Watching feat. Lil Tjay,Yung Bleu

歌詞

(She's watching, yeah) Flashing lights, bigger stage World watching, street's a maze Going gold, living life Another day, another dollar Another fight She couldn't stop, I pray to God that I see a opp' He think he's shining my niggas on time And we take everything but his sneakers and socks Mention my name when you speak of the block Picture my face when you reach for the glock I could just do it and act like it's nothing, they asking like Fivio it's easy or not I got a story and I'll never tell it I got a soul and I'll never sell it I see them hating they watching, they jealous Like how you get a million dollars on the debit? How you get a million views on the edit? How you marry a million bitches without a wedding He got a million bitches in the section That's like a million bitches to have sex with I got some demons that's hotter than me They keep on waking me out of my sleep I look on the gram they ain't hotter than me 'Cause I'm killing the fit and I body the feets All of my shooters alert if I tell em I pay em the money, they doing the work Bullets is biting and chewing his shirt Show up the funeral, shoot at his hearse I chill with the bitches and roll with my niggas And hang with the baddest and move with the worst Shawty a baddie, she wish she could have me I ask for her name and I Google her worth Flashing lights, bigger stage World watching, street's a maze Going gold, living life Another day, another dollar Another fight Flashing lights, bigger stage World watching, street's a maze Going gold, living life Another day, another dollar Another fight He was on Sunset with a pistol I turn a check boy to a victim Hope you could tell that I'm not finna play with you Bitch ass nigga we sliding tonight We put that lasers on top of the glock And we slid on the weekend with blinding lights (Yeah) I'm try to bury a nigga Get out the block 'cause you ain't from this area nigga We shot at his stomach, that's a miscarriage lil' nigga The fuck is you staring lil' nigga? For the record I might have to address all the niggas that say I'm an industry plant They say all my cards is rigged I guess they ain't used to know young niggas having these racks These niggas be trolls, we fucking they hoes They get on the Internet, go on a rant He try to approach, he gon' get turned to a ghost 'Cause I got this bitch in my pants I probably punch a nigga if he glance I finna shoot, don't worry about my stance I got my bro a new hellcat When you hop in this Rolls, put your hair back I was in the hood where they tote glock And they sell crack at the same motherfucking house Put me in the club I go through the back door I don't trust nobody, Imma pick your ass out Right now I'm in Vegas Tryna get a bad bitch to come through Maybe she could take the edge off I ain't got no money when she go to the bathroom Imma take off, it's hard to head home Flashing lights, bigger stage World watching, street's a maze Going gold, living life Another day, another dollar Another fight Flashing lights, bigger stage World watching, street's a maze Going gold, living life Another day, another dollar Another fight