Backwood Boy - the world is yours

(You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be)
(You need people like me)
Got it out the mud
I feel like I'm tony man, I done turned into the (Plug)
Aye, I don't know how to love
Babygirl I'm sorry, but I don't know how to love
Off that dirty lemonade, I still can't kick the cup
I feel like I'm Tony I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug
Glock put him out of luck, luck, luck, luck, luck
Hi-Tec sippin' blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug
She still mad at me I don't give a fuck tho
You don't know what I know, please don't waste my time hoe
New drip on me card designer on the go
Ten deposits under Joe, shoutout Wells Fargo, oh oh
How I'm still feeling alone with all these presidents
'Bnbs on the go so I don't pay the rent
Shawty seen I'm making money, so she wanna make amends
Off that dirty lemonade, I think I got depressed
Money turn me on, I'm not easily impressed
Scamming ass bitch, I fell in love with the finesse
I feel like I'm tony like I said, I turned into the plug (Plug)
Yeah, I got it out the mud
Babygirl I'm sorry, but I don't know how to love
Off that dirty lemonade, I still can't kick the cup
Yeah I don't know how to love, yeah I don't know how to love
I feel like I'm tony cause I got it out the mud
High off all these percs, still be on that double cup
Lil' bitch wanna fuck with me cause she know I'm the plug
Yeah you know that I'm the plug, yeah you know that I'm the plug
You know me too well, I'm impatient
These hoes lame to me, they so basic
Off the perc and the molly baby send me your location
Bitch don't say shit, I just want my payment
I can't trust nobody, but this Glock and this fake check
I can't fuck with shawty, cause I know she on that fake shit
I was pressing Xans, whipping lean in the basement
This a throwaway strap, I need a replacement
Greedy with my money, I can't give no explanation
Ten checks overnight, that's some dedication
You not on my winning team, man I hate to break it
We done made it out the hood, now it's a celebration
(Congratulations, it's a celebration, boy we celebrating, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Christian Dior, Number (N)ine
The world is yours, Yeah the world is mine
I'm off the molly, but I feel fine
The world is yours, yeah the world is mine
Aye, I don't know how to love
Babygirl I'm sorry, but I don't know how to love
Off that dirty lemonade, I still can't kick the cup
I feel like I'm Tony I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug
Glock put him out of luck, luck, luck, luck, luck
Hi-Tec sippin' blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug
Got no time for back and forth, I just want my guns and hoes
Off the Xan I feel alone, off the perc I feel at home
You not real just leave me 'lone, selling pints cause I need more
My bitch only wear Dior, and your bitch wanna see me more
Money on mind, I ain't gonna lie,
I thought I told that hoe the world is mine
Took his bitch like a crime, cause shorty was a dime
I thought I told that hoe the world is mine (Mine, mine)
You and yours, versus me and mine
The world is yours, yeah the world is mine
You and yours, versus me and mine
The world is yours, yeah the world is mine
You remind me of the summertime
The world is yours, yeah the world is mine
I'm off the molly, but I feel fine
The world is yours, yeah the world is mine
I don't know how to love
Babygirl I'm sorry, but I don't know how to love
Off that dirty lemonade, I still can't kick the cup
I feel like I'm Tony I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug
Glock put him out of luck, luck, luck, luck, luck
Hi-Tec sippin' blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
I done turned into the plug, plug, plug, plug, plug

Written by:
karma world

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