World Watching (feat. Yung Bleu & Lil Tjay)

(Yeah, it’s fivi’)

Yeah

Flashing lights (ha), bigger stage (hmm)

World watching, streets amazed (yeah)

Rollin' dough, livin' life (we made it')

Another day, another dollar (nigga, we made it), another fire

Yeah, she couldn't stop (she couldn't stop)

I pray to God that I see an opp

He think he shot at my niggas

One time and we take everything but his sneakers and socks

Mention my name when you speak on the block

Picture my face when you reach for the Glock

I could just do it and act like it's nothin'

They asking like: Fivi', it's easy or not?

I got a story and I'll nеver tell it

I got a soul and I'll nevеr sell it

I see them hatin', they watchin', they jealous

Like how you get a million dollars on the debit?

How you get a million views on the edit?

We marry a million bitches without a wedding

He got a millions 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 wakin' me out of my sleep

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

'Cause I'm killin' the fear, and I'm buyin' to feast, huh, woo

Yeah, look, all of my shooters alert

If I tell 'em I pay 'em the money, they doing the work

Bullets is bitin' and chewing his shirt

Show up the thriller or we shoot at his hearse

I chill with the bitches and roll with my niggas

And hang with the baddest and move with the worst

Shorty a baddie, she wish she could have me

I ask for her name and I Google her worth (ha)

Flashing lights (yeah), bigger stage (yeah)

World watching (ha), streets amazed (uhh)

Rollin' dough (yeah), livin' life (uhh)

Another day, another dollar (ha), another fire (let's do it)

Flashing lights (yeah), bigger stage (yeah)

World watching (ha), streets amazed (let's do it, uh)

Rollin' dough (yeah), livin' life

Another day, another dollar (ha), another fire (oh, oh, oh, oh)

You was on sunset with a pistol (grrrt)

I turned a jackboy to a victim, hmm

Hope you can tell that I'm not finna play with you bitch-ass nigga, we slide tonight

We put the laser on top of the Glock when we slid on the weekend with blinding lights (yeah)

I'm tryna bury a nigga, get off the block 'cause you ain't from this area, nigga (yeah)

Get shot in stomach, that's a miscarriage, nigga

Fuck is you starin' at a nigga?

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

They say all my cars is rented

I guess they ain't used to us young niggas havin' these racks

These niggas be troll, we fuckin' 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 probably punch a nigga if he glance

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

I got my broad a new hellcat

When you hop in this rolls, put your hair back

I was in the hood when they told God got his head crack

With the same motherfucking hoes

When we in the club, I go through the backdoor

I don't trust nobody, I'ma pick your ass off (let's go)

Right now I'm in vegas tryna get a bad bitch to come through

Maybe she can take the edge off

Ain't got nobody, when she go to the bathroom

I'ma take off and start to head home

Flashing lights, bigger stage (yeah, yeah)

World watching, streets amazed (hmm)

Rollin' dough, livin' life

Another day, another dollar, another fire

Flashing lights, bigger stage

World watching, streets amazed

Rollin' dough, livin' life

Another day, another dollar, another fire (oh, oh, oh)

Calling, calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling home

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine it when I'm alone (j perry on the track)

Calling, calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling home

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine it when I'm alone