Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics

World Is Yours

Gunna

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"World Is Yours." - Gunna

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 05:54 pm

Album: Drip Harder

Track No: 05

(Wheezy outta here)
Ride in that horse like a farm (Skrrt!)
VS1 stone in my charm (Stones)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms
Got garments that's never been worn (Nope)
Got a dime piece the same color, orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon' be yours (Stay down)
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breast, Gunna triple X
Concert back to back, I hardly get ready
I fuck her like Thugger, just want me some 'SEX'
I'm never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed!
Bring me a burner, I need rubber bands
Line up blue cheese and I don't want the ranch
I'm a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan
I just went got out, I'm back at it again
This 2-door coupe new, I'm still waiting on the tint
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad
Take the price up, watch how **** get mad
Biscotti Backwoods, stop smoking the grass
Ride in that horse like a farm (Skrrt!)
VS1 stone in my charm (Stones)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms
Got garments that's never been worn (Nope)
Got a dime piece the same color, orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon' be yours (Stay down)
V-neck, G-Star
Coupe got On-Star
Syrup made me slime
I sip that raw
Life of a Slime
I love somethin' sharp
Your girlfriends a dime
I might fuck her raw!
I lost my patience I took that boy off
They think I'm racist
My 'White' gon' be 'Off'
Your diamonds fugazi
Don't none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy
Won't do me like Ross!
Cherish my freedom, don't live by the law
If my brothers get rich it's gon' be all my fault
Cash speak for itself, so I barely can talk
My shirt match the bed
And the bed match my drawers
I left 'em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can't answer my calls
We live it up, no more shopping in Ross
Me and Wheezy way 'bout to fuck up the mall
Ride in that horse like a farm (Skrrt!)
VS1 stone in my charm (Stones)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that's never been worn (Nope)
Got a dime piece the same color, orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon' be yours (Stay down)
(Wheezy outa here)

Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass & Branden Brown.

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