My World Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full My World lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore Hotseat and Wemby, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[Intro: EKKSTACY]
I walk this earth all by myself
I’m doing drügs, but they don’t help
My voice is nothing when I’m screaming out for help
I stretch my hand, but my grip just gives out

[Chorus: Chuckyy]
This s*it like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doing the most
Wherever you catch me, I’m toting, a handshake cool, but I leave that s*it on the floor
Smoking on dope, no choke, another n!gga died, I know, this s*it no joke
In every CG, I’m the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
These n!ggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
Take a pretty b!tch to my store, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, don’t wrap that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

[Verse: Chuckyy]
One body, that ain’t s*it, my lil’ brother upped seven souls (Yeah, that)
GLE cruise controlling, car empty, I need some more, yeah
I walk the world by myself ’cause I did this s*it all alone (Myself)
I don’t talk on no jail calls, I’ll see you when you get home (Get ready)
Draco, it go through bones
Goddamn, my pockets strong (Strong)
And when I see my cologne (Zone), we can link, get it on (On)
She just want me to bone and put her name in my song (Yeah, that)
Super slime, I can’t trust nothing, that’s why I’m rocking this Chrome (Chrome Heart)
Chrome Heart, 8K a pair, I gotta slow down on the jeans (Jeans)
V12, but it’s a Maybach, move fast and slow off the lean (Slow)
I can’t go off IG pictures, catfish a real fu*king thing
On the opp strip taking pics, they in a crib somewhere off a bean
All my handguns got a beam ’cause I be out late night with heat
Just because we went to school and I got rich don’t mean we teams
Hol’ on, slow the car down, I think that’s him, it’s all on me (Right now)
I’m LV ’til my feet up, last night, I went all Ricky (Again)
Backshot, you run from me (Right now)
After hits, pour up lean (Mhm)
Stevie, no one can see us, judge is not a fu*king thing

Foenem bailed out the back so quick, you die before you fu*king blink
I just want my fu*king lean, the drank made, acting like a dweeb

[Chorus: Chuckyy]
This s*it like Simon Says, what I say go, my glizzy be doing the most
Wherever you catch me, I’m toting, a handshake cool, but I leave that s*it on the floor
Smoking on dope, no choke, another n!gga died, I know, this s*it no joke
In every CG, I’m the goat, New York plane sunk a metal thing out of my coat
These n!ggas be tough on posts, I catch him in person, make his ass stunt that quote
Take a pretty b!tch to my store, we ride in a Tesla, the one with the butterfly doors
SRT burnt out on the last chase we made, don’t wrap that pole
And I just need my zaza and my cash, without that, I act slow

[Outro: EKKSTACY]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh