World Tour (16)

[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it

[Verse 1]
Lit up like a porch light
Call the hunids "dollar bills," rockin ‘Force Nikes
Runnin’ down the floor, never court-side
Eat my steak down to the bone, you know, fork-knife
World tourin’, can’t believe a nigga independent
By yourself on my timeline, in your feelin’s
Rollercoaster bitches live in Wonderland
Chezi get it poppin’ like the Summer Jam (World Tour)
Could of scored, but I fumbled it
Flight to Texas, I’m sittin’ coach – Greg Popovich
Line of red, I need my fifty, you can’t owe me shit
Kinda sad, these niggas bitches, I can’t roll with ‘em

[Chorus]
Bein’ humble ain’t never got a nigga shit
Love the game, bitch, I feel like Mitch
Chances make champions, I’ma take a risk
I’ma pick her brain, you gon’ pay the bitch
Tryna make a dollar out of sixteen zips
Tryna be my patna, I need sixteen strips
Sixteen cities, I made sixteen flips
Sixteen trips in a ’16 whip

[Verse 2]
Them people pull me over, I’ma plead the fifth
Juvie said I got that fire, I ain’t spittin’ shit
Chasin’ chicken, yeah, I meant that
You niggas terrible, comedy – Sinbad
Hustle backwards, you a cornerback
Shoot the feds, I was there where the border at
Why you call her auntie? She a dopehead
Stock rims in the Beamer, sittin’ bowlegged
Talk that killer shit, but you ain’t never killed nun’
You a family man with money, just like Phillip Drummond
My nigga out in Memphis told me, “Keep ‘em comin’”
Consistent, so he love me, never switched the number

[Chorus]
Bein’ humble ain’t never got a nigga shit
Love the game, bitch, I feel like Mitch
Chances make champions, I’ma take a risk
I’ma pick her brain, you gon’ pay the bitch
Tryna make a dollar out of sixteen zips
Tryna be my patna, I need sixteen strips
Sixteen cities, I made sixteen flips
Sixteen trips in a ’16 whip

[Outro]
Narcos Corridos