My World Lyrics by Chuckyy
I walk this earth all by myself
I’m doing drugs, but they don’t help
My voice is nothing when I’m screaming out for help
I stretch my hand, but my grip just gives out
This *** like Simon Says, when I say go, my glizzy be doin’ the most
Wherever you catch him, totin’ the handshake cool, but I leave that *** on the floor
Smokin’ on ***, don’t choke, another *** died, I know this *** no joke
In every CG, I’m the goat, New York plane sunk, a metal thing out of my coat
These niggas be tough on posts, I catch ’em in person, amazing, I stun in that court
Take a pretty ***, tell my struggle, we ridin’ in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made then wrapped that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that I act slow
One body, that ain’t ***, my lil’ brother upped seven souls (Yeah, that)
GLE cruise controllin’, the car empty, I need somethin’ more (Yeah)
I walk the world by myself ’cause I did this *** all alone (Myself)
I don’t talk on no jail calls, I see you when you get home (Get ready)
Draco, it go through bones, goddamn, my pockets strong (Strong)
And when I see my cologne (Zone), we can link get it on (On)
She just want me to bone and put her name in my song (Yeah, that)
Super slime, I can’t trust nothin’, that’s why I’m rockin’ this Chrome (Chrome Heart)
Chrome Heart 8K a pair, I gotta slow down on the jeans (Jeans)
V12 but it’s a Maybach, move fast and slow off the lean (Slow)
I can’t go off IG pictures, catfishin’ a real ***’ thing
On the opp’s *** takin’ pics, they in a crib somewhere off a bean
All my handguns got a beam ’cause I be out late night with heat
Just because we went to school and I got rich don’t mean we teams
Hold on, slow the car down, I think that’s him, it’s all on me (Right now)
I’m LV ’til my feet up, last night, I went all Ricky (Again)
Backshot, you run from me (Right now)
After hits pour up lean (Mhm)
Stevie, no one can see us, judge is not a ***’ thing
Foenem bailed out the back so quick, you die before you ***’ blink
I just want my ***’ lean, the drank man actin’ like a ‘diot
This *** like Simon Says, when I say go, my glizzy be doin’ the most
Wherever you catch him, totin’ the handshake cool, but I leave that *** on the floor
Smokin’ on ***, don’t choke, another *** died, I know this *** no joke
In every CG, I’m the goat, New York playin’ song, a metal thing out of my coat
These niggas be tough on posts, I catch ’em in person, amazing, I stun in that court
Take a pretty ***, tell my struggle, we ridin’ in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made then wrapped that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that I act slow
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
