CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Worldwide Cypher
What's up, SFJ Nation
And everybody who's looking at this and listening to the sound of my voice
This is the Worldwide Cypher, baby
Let's go!
Samad cook it up, yer
Dedboii cool
Ice in your blood when you starin' in my face
Quit being stuck 'cause I'm always on the move
You gon' meet my Glock if you're standing in the way, boy
I got hella drive, you can see the way I zoom
Damn, I done got so high that I landed up in space
And now I handle issues like I don't know my tools
When I pull with the Scru and put a hammer to your face
Damn, don't f**k with the kid, you get shot in your ribs
Yeah, my bullets like zits, they just pop when I pick
Boy, stop all the sh*t, you ain't no god - you a b*t*h
I'm like your pops, choose a stick before I pop you in your sh*t
Woo! Come and rock with me, b*t*h
Come and rock with me, b*t*h, yeah, rock with me, b*t*h
Tryna cop the bag so I don't need a pension
I make tracks for your girl, I see her in my mentions (Hahaha)
She likes me more than she likes you (True)
Money, money, money, that's my new haiku (Woo)
This my 2010 sh*t, I'm making statements
Inspiring the youth, so you can thank me later (Drizzy)
All I do is point and shoot, I'm mean with the Razor
Quick flick of the wrist, I don't need to cheat like I'm Jada
I never bleep on the radar, I'm moving heat like I'm ghost
Repping the UK, so pass the marmalade for my toast
I'm informal with the scopes, laidback with the flow
And I don't leave the house unless it's bank for the show
But for Scru, I'll jump into the booth and put it on the tab
And if they firing shots, then it's tit for tat
Now I'm doing numbers like I'm Tim the Tat
They dialing up the phone to hear me on the track
And everybody who's looking at this and listening to the sound of my voice
This is the Worldwide Cypher, baby
Let's go!
Samad cook it up, yer
Dedboii cool
Ice in your blood when you starin' in my face
Quit being stuck 'cause I'm always on the move
You gon' meet my Glock if you're standing in the way, boy
I got hella drive, you can see the way I zoom
Damn, I done got so high that I landed up in space
And now I handle issues like I don't know my tools
When I pull with the Scru and put a hammer to your face
Damn, don't f**k with the kid, you get shot in your ribs
Yeah, my bullets like zits, they just pop when I pick
Boy, stop all the sh*t, you ain't no god - you a b*t*h
I'm like your pops, choose a stick before I pop you in your sh*t
Woo! Come and rock with me, b*t*h
Come and rock with me, b*t*h, yeah, rock with me, b*t*h
Tryna cop the bag so I don't need a pension
I make tracks for your girl, I see her in my mentions (Hahaha)
She likes me more than she likes you (True)
Money, money, money, that's my new haiku (Woo)
This my 2010 sh*t, I'm making statements
Inspiring the youth, so you can thank me later (Drizzy)
All I do is point and shoot, I'm mean with the Razor
Quick flick of the wrist, I don't need to cheat like I'm Jada
I never bleep on the radar, I'm moving heat like I'm ghost
Repping the UK, so pass the marmalade for my toast
I'm informal with the scopes, laidback with the flow
And I don't leave the house unless it's bank for the show
But for Scru, I'll jump into the booth and put it on the tab
And if they firing shots, then it's tit for tat
Now I'm doing numbers like I'm Tim the Tat
They dialing up the phone to hear me on the track
