Bless The World
Blessing the world with my music
Gotta choppa I'ma use it
If you ain't bout that shit better move it
Take your life and reduce it
Double up, double cup, level up
I got the money and you gotta couple bucks
Pussy ass boy, probably say aw shucks
Range Rover, but I ain't talking sports truck
Put a couple dollars on your head
Time to go to bed
Time to do Z's
Shoot some led through your head
Now the world better cause you is dead
High-pitched voice like Fred
Say I'm gon kill you, so you fled
Friend of God call me Jed
Or call me Ned Flanders
Cold like Bernie Sanders
I'm in lead, bitch, like commander
Skylander, Salamander
Emo girl cut her hair like cancer
Like Michael Jackson, bitch be a good dancer
Still tryna find the answer
Tortured like I am at McKamey Manor
Fly a girl out to New Hampshire
But I ain't there like Dwight
Pour it in my cup, that's that cranberry Sprite
I ain't in the army but I'm ready to fight
I ain't Mike Tyson, but if I have to I'm gon bite
Rest in peace to Lyle, flying high just like a kite
Soccer player he is probably dressed down in all Nike
Making the most
I be making a toast
Got the world all engrossed
Kill an opp, he a ghost
Damn your mom overdosed
I fly out to the coast
Tay-K murder she wrote
Blessing the world with my music
Gotta choppa I'ma use it
If you ain't bout that shit better move it
Take your life and reduce it
Gotta choppa I'ma use it
If you ain't bout that shit better move it
Take your life and reduce it
Double up, double cup, level up
I got the money and you gotta couple bucks
Pussy ass boy, probably say aw shucks
Range Rover, but I ain't talking sports truck
Put a couple dollars on your head
Time to go to bed
Time to do Z's
Shoot some led through your head
Now the world better cause you is dead
High-pitched voice like Fred
Say I'm gon kill you, so you fled
Friend of God call me Jed
Or call me Ned Flanders
Cold like Bernie Sanders
I'm in lead, bitch, like commander
Skylander, Salamander
Emo girl cut her hair like cancer
Like Michael Jackson, bitch be a good dancer
Still tryna find the answer
Tortured like I am at McKamey Manor
Fly a girl out to New Hampshire
But I ain't there like Dwight
Pour it in my cup, that's that cranberry Sprite
I ain't in the army but I'm ready to fight
I ain't Mike Tyson, but if I have to I'm gon bite
Rest in peace to Lyle, flying high just like a kite
Soccer player he is probably dressed down in all Nike
Making the most
I be making a toast
Got the world all engrossed
Kill an opp, he a ghost
Damn your mom overdosed
I fly out to the coast
Tay-K murder she wrote
Blessing the world with my music
Gotta choppa I'ma use it
If you ain't bout that shit better move it
Take your life and reduce it
Credits
Writer(s): Callaway Redd
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