World Watching (feat. Lil Tjay & BLEU)

She's watching

Yeah

Flashing lights, bigger stage

World watching, street's amazed

Rolling dope, living life

Another day, another dollar

Another fight

She couldn't stop, I pray to God that I see a opp'

He think he's shining, my **** on time

And we take everything but his sneakers and socks

Mention my name when you speak of the block

Picture my face when you reach for the Glock

I could just do it and act like it's nothing, they asking, "Like, Fivio it's easy or not?"

I got a story and I'll never tell it

I got a soul and I'll never sell it

I see them hating, they watching, they jealous

Like, how you get a million dollars on the debit?

How you get a million views on the edit?

How you marry a million bitches without a wedding?

He got a million bitches in the section

That's like a million bitches to have sex with

I got some demons that's hotter than me

They keep on waking me out of my sleep

I look on the 'Gram, they ain't hotter than me

'Cause I'm killing the fit and I body the feets

All of my shooters alert if I tell 'em

I pay 'em the money, they doing the work

Bullets is biting and chewing his shirt

Show up the funeral, shoot at his hearse

I chill with the bitches and roll with my ****

And hang with the baddest and move with the worst

Shawty a baddie, she wish she could have me

I ask for her name and I Google her worth

Flashing lights, bigger stage

World watching, street's amazed (Uh)

Rolling dope, living life (Uh)

Another day, another dollar

Another fight

Flashing lights, bigger stage (Yeah)

World watching, street's amazed

Rolling dope, living life

Another day, another dollar

Another fight

He was on Sunset with a pistol

I turn a check boy to a victim

Hope you could tell that I'm not finna play with you

Bitch ass ****, we sliding tonight

We put that lasers on top of the Glock

And we slid on the weekend with blinding lights (Yeah)

I'm tryna bury a ****

Get out the block 'cause you ain't from this area, ****

We shot at his stomach, that's a miscarriage, lil' ****

The fuck is you staring lil' ****?

For the record, I might have to address all the **** that say I'm an industry plant

They say all my cards is rigged

I guess they ain't used to no young **** having these racks

These **** be trolls, we fucking they hoes

They get on the Internet, go on a rant

He try to approach, he gon' get turned to a ghost

'Cause I got this bitch in my pants

I'll probably punch a **** if he glance

I'm finna shoot, don't worry 'bout my stance

I got my bro a new Hellcat

When you hop in this Rolls, put your hair back

I was in the hood where they tote Glock

And they sell crack at the same motherfucking house

When we in the club, I go through the back door

I don't trust nobody, I'ma pick your ass out

Right now I'm in Vegas

Tryna get a bad bitch to come through

Maybe she could take the edge off

I ain't got no money, when she go to the bathroom

I'ma take off, it's hard to head home

Flashing lights, bigger stage

World watching, street's amazed

Rolling dope, living life

Another day, another dollar

Another fight

Flashing lights, bigger stage

World watching, street's amazed

Rolling dope, living life

Another day, another dollar

Another fight (Oh, oh, oh)