Worldwide - Lil B

Run, run, run away

Lost, lost, lost my mind

(I'd) like you to stay

Want you to be my prize

BasedPrint Volume 2

It’s your boy Lil B

It’s a victory, yeah, we did it

Worldwide salute!

Based music worldwide, salute

We in this, you feel me?

Talk a lot of shit and get dumped by the rockets, man

And if you need a nigga, got a rock in his pockets, man

And watch this shit, up chop, I block for the dope land

And after I finish, take tips with the Birdman

And, I’m saying man

Fuck that illegal, illegal

You gonna get some jacked

And niggas, young or old and feeble

Bullets have no face

I’m there, fucked up, shit

And in your chest, hollow bullets you stuck with

Unless plastic surgery will help you

But ain’t got to money to replace your face

But I got a gun that will lower your heartrate

And it sucks that you got that

Heartache, ducked it in the park

Where your body parts are

Don’t let me get the pistol

Whip it till my palms are red

Throw tops

Gone hit you, don’t squirm and switch

I got the Glock, shoot you, don’t come back

When I was five, introduced to pot weed

Whatever you need, smoking my trees

Holding Glocks tagged on the blocks

Chilling with my niggas, man, fade on the new blocks

You too young to get swishas we we ask some dude

Dude, man, in front of the store, with his hands on his shoes

Bottle of 51 with his brain in a trance

Everybody think him a wild man, some weed man

Roll of the swishas, let’s get keyed, smokin these trees

But you niggas say I’m young and almost--fuck

But can’t amount to the fact

Because I’m little big things being counted, the rap

Because sometimes man I’m doubted in fact

Because they try to get me all--

I’m mounted and tacked

Keep steady routine, Stay on the mount when you flap

Cause I won’t flap, I froze

Fuck niggas that bo hop--that means you ride dick

Ya hinchmen, I got bodyguards-fuck em

Ready to cut up your body parts and lynches

Making top views as long as i’m mentioned

Throwing up rap lines, top of the division

After I’m done making moves, I’m listed

Getting rich off of niggas that deep riding and pimpin

Fuck all the newspapers, Times Square are scared

Cause I’ve made it ten times with flare

And I’m never undercover, like to sip wine with the mayors

Put nothing in the drink, switch mine with theirs

Now niggas all flexed, with their spines impaired

This that gourmet shit, sniffing coke and paying up

These niggas sniffed lines, break broads from staying us

Spray us, fuck em, man, I spray them

Ya feel me?

Drop back the territory, shit

You know man, I’m lined up, man

I fuck with the police, man

It’s like, you know, we all mafia status

We all in the streets

We all thugging outchea

Ya heard me, What it is

We all gang banging

But I ain’t banging no colors

I’m banging the streets, bro

I’m banging worldwide

I bang for the world

Fuck with me