Eza - WORLD DOMINATION (feat. Liluub666 & Gettah) Lyrics

I just tell them how it is, bitch
First time I hit a couple thou
Money talks, but family first
Big plate, feelin' hungry now
Need a hundred dollar T and some loud
F*ck around like pass me my keys
Drivin' off without my ID
Oh, oh, oh, I cannot believe
Me-Megan just hit me on the DM
Shout out Texas, I ain't even been there
Shout out OT, I know he be trippin'
I got love for states, I never step in
What the f*ck you mean I need a check-in?
I mean for what?
You asking for a handout?
Grab my balls, cause that's what you get now
It's always sunny up on the east side
Me and my dawg, we tryna get in motion
More money, more problems, just mo' shit
It's just nothing that we can't handle
We the dream team, baby, I'm young Kobe
Ball out in the court, I call my lawyer
Chop it up, then talk some numbers
EZA takin' all over the summer
What you get?
07 Hummer
Bumped that, that glamorous lifestyle
What you want, you can't even get now
Fake tits and ass, I still show love
Ain't this what you want
It's young EZA
Fly different continents, no visa
Need a bad bitch, straight Puerto Rican
Count your dayz, it's Death Creepin' season
Count your dayz, it's Death Creepin' season
Bitch, I've been the coldest f*ckin' one awful season
Shinin' like the sun, I'm the one who stay gleamin'
The one who's gon' bleed 'em
The one who will do anything for his team
It's your gunner, boy
Runnin' the whole summer, boy
Tryna run a check up, I'm started to do numbers, boy
Bitch, I need a bust down, hoes I wanna f*ck now
It's that young Cali killer creepin' on the hunt now
Bitch, I need to blow
Fore my kin, ho
Stackin' all this paper, bitch, I'm standin' ten toes
Walkin' down, droppin' em now, that's how we do it, bro
Please don't try me or you'll end up in bomb
I stay low-key, but this 4-5 on go
Wish you were me, I know you do, ho
Wish you were me, I know you do, ho
I stay low-key, but this 4-5 on go
Bitch, I'm creepin' with chrome
Choppers on standby, send shots to your home
Run through your trap, take your stash, then jet off
Run through your trap, take your stash, then jet off
I remember bein' down, I was so lonely
All I wanted was some love, but no one would hold me
I was in the trap, flippin' packs that's the ol me
I'll never give a handout, cause they owe me
When I'm out in public, bitch, don't act like you know me
Fourth quarter, get to shootin' like I'm f*ckin' Kobe
Ain't gon' bust shit, bitch, you a f*ckin' phony
Stayin' by my lonely, bitch I don't do baloney
You's a bitch, you ain't beefin' with shit
Number one, see? Gettah, yeah, I'm finna get picked
And I really bossed up I ain't gotta worried bout shit
I did a drill with my ex and the hoe was a snitch
Shit