World 3 Video (MV)

Ouu, bitch, yuh
Hold up, hold up, hold up

Puffin' on this gas and this shit potent
Shit got me floatin'
They always talk they never know shit
I hardly noticed
I spread her cheeks just like I'm Moses
I'm smokin' dope and I just can't focus
Pockets stuffed, them shits be loaded

And I'm so tired of this Honda
I need that foreign
I'm bout to put this shit in motion
And keep it goin'
I'm off the loud it got me dozin'
Dropped the temp down on my neck and now that shit be frozen

Ran up the bands, think I need Fitbit
They said that I wouldn't, well what if I did? bitch
Where the pack at? I already flipped it
You rollin' with me? Then you roll with the misfits

Gas packed, tight as f*ck, y'all ready know that shit hittin' bitch
Big boss, call me up, whippin' it up like it's Bisquick
Two-tone, Patek Philippe, but that bitch right on my wish list
Crossed off, two times, now ask me again who be winnin'?

Ask me again who be winnin'
Hermie go handle the business
Came in that bitch with a mission
Walk out that bitch with a million

And you know I ain't splittin' it
She ain't smoke, still hit it

Puffin' on this gas and this shit potent
Shit got me floatin'
They always talk they never know shit
I hardly noticed
I spread her cheeks just like I'm Moses
I'm smokin' dope and I just can't focus
Pockets stuffed, them shits be loaded

And I'm so tired of this Honda
I need that foreign
I'm bout to put this shit in motion
And keep it goin'
I'm off the loud it got me dozin'
Dropped the temp down on my neck and now that shit be frozen