The World Is Ours Lyrics – AZ Chike

Read the full The World Is Ours lyrics by AZ Chike from the album No Rest For The Wicked along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Az Chike's music, you can also explore Uncomfortable Conversations and Negative, two other songs by Az Chike.

[Intro: AZ Chike]
O-kay

[Verse 1: AZ Chike]
Boy the whip mean, but my b!tch sum'n nice
Rather drink room temp, b!tch, I don't fu*k with ice
Got some s*it so slight that'll fu*k up your life
Can leave you slumped to the left or it could sit you upright, uh

[Pre-Chorus: AZ Chike]
Uh, one time for the real when they get real (Ayy)
Two times for the b!tch ain't gotta split bills (Ayy)
Three times for myself, I still get chills (Ayy)
Told her, "Drop the addy, I'm off addy, I can't sit still"

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight, s*it (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours

[Verse 2: AZ Chike]
Mm, diamonds hitting, how could I complain?
My wrist doing all the work and I ain't even gotta wear no chains
I'm overpaid and let them white T hangs
It must bring you n!ggas pain just to see me do my thang
What a shame, put my b!tch in her favorite pair of Ugg boots
Bathe her with diamonds, she looking like a (??)
I gotta I.D, unscrew, that n!gga plug loose
Poolside rules, gon' be nowhere to run to, uh, hm
Sticky-icky, he a broke boy, messy b!tch, icky Vicky
Y'all was raised by thugs wearing Chuck and D!ckies
It's sunny California but I'm the coldest in the city

[Pre-Chorus: AZ Chike]
Uh, one time for the real when they get real (Ayy)
Two times for the b!tch ain't gotta split bills (Ayy)
Three times for myself, I still get chills (Ayy)
Told her, "Drop the addy, I'm off addy, I can't sit still"

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight, s*it (Sticky-icky-icky)
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (Sticky-icky-icky)
Because the world is ours

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm throwing money fast, ain't no limit
Because the world is ours
I'm blowing money fast, ain't no limit
The world is ours
One time for my n!ggas in the back (Ayy)
Two times for my b!tches, where they at? (Ayy)
Three times for my n!ggas in the front (Ayy)
Four times for the b!tches, say, "What's up?" (Ayy)
One time for my n!ggas in the back (Ayy)
Two times for my b!tches, where they at? (Ayy)
Three times for my n!ggas in the front (Ayy)
Four times for the b!tches, say, "What's up?" (Ayy)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm just tryna throw my bands
I'm just tryna throw my bands
I'm just tryna throw my bands
Because the world is ours
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (I'm blowing money fast)
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight, s*it
I'm just tryna throw my bands tonight (ain't no limit)
Because the world is ours

[Outro: AZ Chike Tyler, The Creator, & Greg]
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Sticky-icky-icky
Am I fried, bro?
Alright, question, Greg, you up
Yeah
Am I fried, bro?