Youngworldibi - The Intro Lyrics

The names World for yall who dont know me
In beef im riding on homie check out the jewels a lot of it on me
Punk im going for the crown got the hood on my back
A lot of yall trash so please can you put up a match
Have ya main bitch acting like she high off cocaine
We could play under the sheets see i play no games
Got a man look my shots is like a boat ya sinking
Ya see ya not that hard to find like the queen of england
Like a put out match nigga ya used up
Im diamond blue cuts n you bout to get bruised up
Calling plays for the whole team sorta like the head coach
N you get left for broke thats if they let the tech smoke
Fresh out the joint ya boy already got his money up
Pitch you some work just come back wit 100 bucks
Hold hella weight the kid is stupendous
Its like im selling quarters for half thats half wut you spending
Bout to blow if not i could put ya face to the cold steel
Im a hustler they gave me a dope deal yea
Been doing this since 16 my niggaz hugging the strip mean
Fiend front on the team put his sneakers on lean
This rap shit easy thats why these lames wanna be me
Paint a vivid picture raps change like a full season
Hear me out they under rated the kid
My mixtape should be the first thing ya bring to the crib
At the bottom of barrel still i bring hella hope
Ya boy so hot couldnt check my beat with a stethoscope
If playing the strip go heavy on the bitch
Rock pushed NY style like i was playing for the Knicks
In a year or so i should be running this rap game
Leave these other dudes scrambling like their running a rat race
In drama I'd carry a load like a tour bus
These fuckin grenades will lift up ya car like a tow truck
This my time Ya boy dropping hotter lines
Flow science fiction sorta like SciFy
A lot of yall wack so if you hand me bout a few stacks
Could write you a rap, you need a few Ill be right back

The names World for yall who dont know me
In beef im riding on homie check out the jewels a lot of it on me
Punk im going for the crown got the hood on my back
A lot of yall trash so please can you put up a match
Have ya main bitch acting like she high off cocaine
We could play under the sheets see i play no games
Got a man look my shots is like a boat ya sinking
Ya see ya not that hard to find like the queen of england
Like a put out match nigga ya used up
Im diamond blue cuts n you bout to get bruised up
Calling plays for the whole team sorta like the head coach
N you get left for broke thats if they let the tech smoke
Fresh out the joint ya boy already got his money up
Pitch you some work just come back wit 100 bucks
Hold hella weight the kid is stupendous
Its like im selling quarters for half thats half wut you spending
Bout to blow if not i could put ya face to the cold steel
Im a hustler they gave me a dope deal yea
Been doing this since 16 my niggaz hugging the strip mean
Fiend front on the team put his sneakers on lean
This rap shit easy thats why these lames wanna be me
Paint a vivid picture raps change like a full season
Hear me out they under rated the kid
My mixtape should be the first thing ya bring to the crib
At the bottom of barrel still i bring hella hope
Ya boy so hot couldnt check my beat with a stethoscope
If playing the strip go heavy on the bitch
Rock pushed NY style like i was playing for the Knicks
In a year or so i should be running this rap game
Leave these other dudes scrambling like their running a rat race
In drama I'd carry a load like a tour bus
These fuckin grenades will lift up ya car like a tow truck
This my time Ya boy dropping hotter lines
Flow science fiction sorta like SciFy
A lot of yall wack so if you hand me bout a few stacks
Could write you a rap, you need a few Ill be right back