World Wide

[Intro]
Dead guys (Mix the— Mix the—)
Mix the grabba wit' the dead guys (Dead-dead guys)
Mix the grabba wit' the dead guys
(Dead-dead guys, dead opps, nigga)
I mix the grabba (Free my bloody, dead guys)

[Chorus]
I mix the grabba wit' the dead guys (I mix the grabba wit' my blunt)
Bitch, free my brother, he got Fed' time (Free my brother, free YK) (He got Fed' time, murder)
Yeah, this a Carti', this bitch tell time (This a Carti', free YK) (Heheh, this a Carti')
I don't sip Bacardi, I got Hell mind (Hell in my mind)

[Verse 1: Baby Auto]
I got Hell mind (In my mind), I'm in a Hellcat
My blick is Hell, iron (Is Hell, iron)
Hit the ho like a tailback, but that ho is not mine (Is not mine, yeah)
Hit that ho when I fell back, better know I'ma pop mine (Pop mine, 5)
Big-ass Bloods, I'm screaming brrat
Brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat
Brrat
Tuh, get back
Tuh, my youngin's attack
Gotta go catch you a hat (Bang)
Or blitz and get you a sack
We doing whatever to win
Pop the back window and get you a Scat' (Skrrt)
My young nigga taking you down for a ten, don't buck on this Gen, big fully, get splat (Skrrt)
Brrat
Brrat, brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat
Brrat, brrat, brrat
Brrat
I'm screaming out brrat

[Verse 2: Pradabagshawty]
I'm throwing up Blood out the Wraith (5)
Nigga play, I put Drac' to his face (Big Drac')
I'm ready to slide like the Braves
Brrat, dead on the scene, DOA (Come on)
Grrr, bust him on cam' 'sette tape
Skrrt, hawk him down, get on a race (How?)
Put the belt on yo' ass, we gon' spank
Big 30 round on the Glock, do a chase
Bit' catch an opp, hop out, celebrate (Pop out)
Look at the shit that I do for my gang
Lil partna' died, I just wan' take his place
I be running my opps out the state
I'ma slime that boy out wit' some pain (War wit' slime)
I'ma kill him wit' whoever looking (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma step on that nigga for pussy (No cap, on God) (Dead guys)

[Chorus]
I mix the grabba wit' the dead guys (I mix the grabba wit' my blunt)
Bitch, free my brother, he got Fed' time (Free my brother, free YK) (He got Fed' time, murder)
Yeah, this a Carti', this bitch tell time (This a Carti', free YK) (Heheh, this a Carti')
I don't sip Bacardi, I got Hell mind