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 f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me

Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k 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, f**k 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 f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me

Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol` s**t, we don`t give a f**k
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
Ni**a, 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, ni**a

Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me

Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k 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 ni**a, I stand and deliver, neva back down
Won`t shake nor shiver, f**k 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` ni**a, f**k with anything I love
I`m a stone cold killa, eating off of `sace, versace
Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga ni**a, 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 f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me

Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me
Who the f**k you talking to?
Not me, couldn`t be me, naw not me