Small World, Small World, Small World, Small World

No way, no how, get 'em like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow

Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something

And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite sho'



You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you

Introducing the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world

From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, here we go, what?



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but bitch we be saying

We, we just getting started it since one, y'all been monitoring

Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow?

I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World



Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the jeans

Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips

Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with clips

Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you



For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, fuck it

I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed toast

I'm a have a problem like scrap blat with me short of hoes



One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of blood and dandruff

If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss

This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and watch



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a fuck

About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz

The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with

The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get



Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you talkin' to much

Nigga, you a snitch bitch and we don't do it like that

We do three quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black

Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em



We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises

Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross

Make me bang at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, then it's dick

I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down

Won't shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found

In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch shank will put a stop



To his ticker, but shorties to the body make him drop much quicker

Yeah, I appear to be a nice lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love

I'm a stone cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace

Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a multi milla



See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my hood

With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't

Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please

Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll stick her, stick her



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me



Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you talking to?

Not me, couldn't be me, naw not me

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