Rule the World

Lyrics

[Intro] We don't have the top down... [Verse 1: Quilly] If I ruled the world, I'd lower the coke prices Raise the welfare, and lower the perc prices You can pay for a feature even though the flow priceless Whole team Muslim, we at war like ISIS 300 Deep, I'm the leader, Leonidas I talk heavy, my mouth dirty, gingivitis A party for the real niggas, ya'll not invited He gettin money but he a rat, ya'll bitches like it One nigga break ya'll heart, ya'll bitches diking Powder from columbia, the sour came from Dyckman! I gave them the plain Jane Rollie, No Icing Do the right thing with the Red bottoms and spiked it Helly Hansen on like i'm bout to go hiking So wavy, Laila Ali, your hoe fight it Thinking should she fuck me or you, indecisive Thriller when I get on the mic but I ain't light-skin Moonwalk all on the track cuz I'm the nicest Streets cold, Minnesota Viking, it's biting! Internet Gangsta, you gon' kill me with typing Iron on me, I ain't fightin', I ain't Tyson Quilly, Q-Pac, don't forget to put the hyphen All eyes on me, I must be exciting! Coke in the pyrex pot, drop the ice in Break the whole pattie pie down, get to slicing With my NEW-NEW bitch skating in the rover I'm hot now, I give them bitches the cold shoulder Never let a side bitch break your house hold up If she cross that line, then it's over Dump my shot, then I'm chasin' it with Folgers Still high from last week, I'm never sober Drop a whole dot in the pot, then bag boulders I fucked your girl and her friends, and you told her I'm gettin' more money than you and you older You call that nigga your old head, that nigga owe us Real ain't what about you say, it's what you show us Every Friday, I touch hills and shoulders Bullets shampoo, they hittin heads and shoulders Shoot your lights out like Kobe, niggas' cobras Paperwork clean, you can check my whole folder I don't even club unless they put me on the poster 55 bottles, why the fuck I need a coaster? I don't even drink, I'm just standing on the sofa I don't make it rain, every dollar go to Sosa 8th of Hi-Tech, fuck around and need a chauffeur Your man, he the shooter, your just hold the gun (Holster) Bitch nigga wouldn't pop bread out the toaster Fuck in the car if she a hoe like I'm suppose to Led her ride me, great adventures, roller coasters We can be friends after that, nothing closer 29, give them calm linens with the loafers You do it for the radio, I do it for the culture Killing these rappers, eat their corpse like vultures I'm a king, I'ma hit your Queen, I'ma poke her On the strength, you ain't play your cards right, joker You hang with a Rat, I rather chill with my smokers Drop it to the oils like Cappuccino; Mocha I got a bomb on me right now, I'm a soldier Frank Lucas work, I ain't tell but I told you! Dope with the Pepsi stamp, minus the soda Juice in my sprite, pot full of Coca-Cola Get my scripts from Dr. Pepper, I'ma flex her Hundred dollar Fanta, 4 O's, nothing lesser Pulled up in an Audi, pulled off in a Tesla Dope Fiends leave the Trap house on a stretcher I lost a calm 8 but I'm still 7 up, I really leveled up Ya'll done woke the devil up So, I'ma give them hell, fuck it, I'ma break the scale Put a quarter in the water, it bubble like Ginger-Ale! My phone pop, I don't play the block I'm at the sugar house bussin' traps while I play the slots Pass the rock off to my youngin', I can't coach it The type of grams I put together, I can't post it I got a fat bitch, I don't fuck, I just milk her I keep it a bean, I ain't never had a filter! I turned a bum bitch to a bad bitch, built her She went left, I took her right back, killed her The grind like a goldmine, lucky charms in it Over the pot, Vince Carter, put my arm in it Trap do the pussy so I'm going hard in it White came back tan, I Chico DeBarge whipped it!