World Is Yours

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] Trip', the world is yours (Yours) Put that lil' bitch in a morgue (Morgue) [?] I got a force (Force) Might put my bitch 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 fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah) Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar) I do not have remorse (Yeah) She ride that dick 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, bitch (Bitch), that'll get ya croaked (Fah) Rap a beat for me, lil' bitch was shootin' up the show (Brr, bow, bow, bow) Catch em' at the red light (Red light) Pull up like the Grim Reaper Bitch, I got a red sight (yeaah) Pussy ass nigga, 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' bitch in a morgue (Morgue) [?] I got a force (Force) Might put my bitch 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 fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah) Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar) I do not have remorse (Yeah) She ride that dick 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, bitch) I'm with your bitch (Yeah), I got this lil' ho eatin' dick (Yeah, she eatin' dick) Young nigga trap with that fire, young nigga trap with that brand new stick (That stick, yeah) Young nigga trap with that fire (That fire), young nigga pull up, brand new bitch (Bitch), yeah Let me grab my scale (My scale), I got clientelle (Trappin') Free my fuckin' twin (My twin), he ain't get no bail (Woah-woah-woah, yeah) I got Rick all over my fit, my bitch, she bad as hell (Hell, yeah) Ran down on him with that new stick (Fah), that boy better not tell (Fah-fah, yeah, bitch) Yeah, that boy better not squeal (He better not tell) Pop me a muhfuckin' 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' bitch in a morgue (Morgue) [?] I got a force (Force) Might put my bitch 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 fuck with a bag, this shit for sport (Sport, yeah) Chop that boy up like a boar (Bah, boar) I do not have remorse (Yeah) She ride that dick like a horse (Yeah) I'm in a mansion, built me a fort (Fort, yeah)