World Series

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Kells [Verse 1] Who the fuck want it with him? We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business We in the jungle with the guerillas We in the streets with the four wheelers Don't speak I am no witness You got beef? Put an end to your talking like long sentence, ah, period Uh, motherfucker, I'm serious Who your favorite rapper? I'm curious He ain't living out them words He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track 'cause his ass got murdered, uh I'm talking in the third I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first So you better not get on my nerves, biatch I need herb, though, keep me moving like turtle Keep me seeing this purple Keep it banging like Kirko Work something, twerk something Bitch, fuck me now she worth something Gas tank on E, it ain't worth fronting Tryin' to stunt on me the worst coming, okay Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing, I am the shit And I feel like eating something Feeding my stomach Give me a rapper, make it a hundred Fuck it, give 'em the hubble telescope They couldn't see the youngin', no (Ah) Fuck it, let 'em get a lil' something Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on I ain't bluffing Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on Bitch, I run it, Kells [Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly, Slim Gudz & Tim Glover] The fuck am I? Ayo, Kells, get in the car Ayo, ayo, let's get, ayy Get in the car, man Ayy, we gotta ride, son, let's go Get in the fucking car Woo, oh shit [Chorus] This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life) Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life) Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' [Verse 2] Picture me rich Picture everybody with a picture of me hangin' on the wall like Prince Picture your favorite R&B singer Lookin' at a picture on her phone of my big ol' dick (Go) Picture me living like Biggie The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city Picture all this shit starting as a dream (Mm) Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King (Mm) Bitch, that's my reaction Tryna make it happen from rapping Tryna avoid me in casket Half of my kinfolk caught up in traffic from trappin' My whole squaddone turned to a fraction 'Cause Tony Montana right up the block from us, dawg It's hard not to get caught up in it at all, hard not to ball Sales for yayo, then jail, then someone goes talk to the law Please, God, tell me that ain't true Tell me that name on that paperwork ain't you If you ain't snitchin', then why is you home? Stupid decision, bitch, better get gone 3 in the morn, I can't get rest, so I turn over, pick up that .38 Special You bust in my door, then I bust at your neck, ho Twenty-five stranded on death row [Chorus] This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life) Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life) Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin') Picture me rollin'