Around the World N' 80 Days (feat. DuragDiz)

Around the world in 80 days, got hoes like Wilbur Wright

I could get the bitch high, but I won't put her on no flight

These lil **** ill, they'll do a drive-by on the bike

Left wody leakin, now they prayin' to his shoes like Mike

I don't do the rap beef, ****, that's the end of the story

All you fake super thugs tattle tellers hella corny, And

Come get your girl, bro, she actin' hella horny

I just wanna know if I can't do it if she bout to mail it for me

I ain't tryna go back to hittin' licks, brody

Go ahead and put a Sleazy Ed on the list, brody

While yo hoe keep starin' at my wrist, brody

If I smile, disco lights hit his bitch, brody

I cant pussyfoot or lollygag, everyday I need a bag

Bummy shit make me sad, and once I was a bummy lad

Now I got more carats than Bugs Bunny

Still got the gross sisters takin' ****' lunch money

I don't even need no extendo, for real

**** only rowdy after they done popped a pill

My bro don't even need it, he just really like to steal

Bob the builder ****'s ain't never ran a drill

I'm the **** who your big homie really wanna be

Fuck hoppin' off the porch, I ran straight for the street

All my opps vegan, cause them **** want no beef

Standin' on the gas like, this bitch ain't got no seats

I'm a motherfuckin' big dog, shittin' on you ****

Oof, boy, I know y'all pissed off

99 coverage overall, don't get picked off

Hall of Fame playmaker, boy, I'm like Chris Paul

Yeah, I make that shit look easy too

Ed, that's my bro, so you know I get sleazy too

Lookin' in the mirror like, damn, they believe in you

Dog ain't got no stripes, not even in Adidas shoes

Like, bro, we is not the same

Yall be hoppin' out of Ubers, I be hoppin' on the plane

Bro walk around with sticks, but I don't think he need a cane

Hustle every day around the clock, everyday this shit in my veins

Let's get straight to it

Why every song you drop it sound like you hate music

Why everything I do, you always throwin' shade to it

What the fuck,

Boy, that's a bitch trait

I can tell you raised by your mama, boy, you bitch made

**** broke, ain't even made half of what my bitch made

Me and gang got to throwin' paper, we left a shit stain

In the club, wildin' out, boy, we let that shit hang

Chief Keef in the clip, boy, we let that shit bang

150 in the coupe, we just tryna switch lanes

Catch a opp, push your his shit back, he LeBron James