We World Wide lyrics

[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Ballin', ballin' now, my team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, b*tch, we stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now
Ballin', ballin' now, my team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, b*tch, we stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Pocket rocket when I walk, if he talk, I let it pop
Trap the trap, man, f*ck the cops, I pray they families f*ckin' drop
Lean in me, money fiend, Satan always watchin' me
Surroundin' me, lovin' me, labels say they after me
f*ck this sh*t, I been on top, pourin' fours, I hope I drop
Smartphone flex, I work this pot, go work the work, I never stop
Jugg-Juggin' out the coupe, two four-fours shoot
First I run up then I caught 'em then I shoot 'em in the tooth
Pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
Been lick season, comin' up by the meter
Always got the baddest b*tch, my ex lil' mad, she wasn't sh*t
Ksubi fit with pistol grip, gon' c*ck it back and watch 'em dip
Ski mask now, b*tch, I'm 'bout to kick doors
If I catch 'em [?]
Twenty shots go and I'm huntin', 'boutta blow
Thumpa been tucked, bucked, f*ck a pus*y, let it go
Always up, I'm comin' up
Too much lean, I can't stand up
All these groupies lovin' me
They wanna f*ck and swallow me
Ninth grade drop out, man, f*ck school
Jugg the jugg, we made it, too
Trap house drugs, f*ck love, I lust
Can't take yo' sh*t, we countin' bucks
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Ballin', ballin' now, my team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, b*tch, we stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now
Ballin', ballin' now, my team be ballin' out
Stuntin', stuntin' now, Buffet Boys, b*tch, we stuntin' out
Drank a pint, smoked a pack, y'all can't even feel me now
Couple bands, hundred bands, y'all can't even see me now

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Shinin', you can't see now, eatin' fettuccini now
b*tch, I came up like a bird floatin' in the clouds
Yeah, you know I copped them pounds
Used to flip that quarter ounce
Plus I made that fourteen bounce
Dirt all in my bank account
Pistol at my auntie house
Trap sh*t, what you ain't about
Game's a b*tch, I ate her out
I never ever take her out
All my shows be sellin' out
[?]
I'm the man of the house
Charles got kicked the f*ck out
[Outro: Eddy Baker]
'Bout it, 'bout it, b*tch, I'm so about it
Got the shoebox stashed, still don't need no damn accountant
I'm a five-star crook and my Jew b*tch look Italian
Hella boys in this b*tch, toss yo' ass up like a salad
I'm just blowin' Berry Kush, f*ck with me then you wildin'
I'm a coach of this sh*t, got five plays on my line
Man, I don't ever come late, for the cake, I'm on time and
[?] in this b*tch, got your b*tch so excited, little ho