We Everywhere

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"] We global We everywhere, you ain't never there, haters Come on Hey Vish I was looking at TV one day, right? My nigga 50 was on there sayin' That he was the first rapper that ever been to Estonia And it kind of caught my attention 'Cause I was like, "Shiiit — when you go?" 'Cause I went before Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Verse 1: Kid Vishis] My niggas icy, so you know we keep them roofs on Call at the girl that go [?], gettin' our proof on Dude movin' two tones, in a European somethin' Cool with the roof gone, like a crackhead runnin' Y'all better catch up, I done been in every color Rover you can think of, from mustard to ketchup Pocket got the cheese burger, I don't fuck wit' onions I just converted euros, they gave it back in hundreds I stay foreign, out the country killin' 'em I got bitches from Michigan to Finland, um Switzerland, London and places you never heard of Like Estonia, they heard of us Yeah, we be e'rywhere, you niggas don't be nowhere White minks in the winter, lookin' like a polar bear Neck like Alaska, wrist like Antarctica Show 'em that there's money in rap, bein' an artist, shuh [Chorus] Catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots Catch me—catch me in the spot where the shots pop off at SS all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop C-c-c-c-catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots Catch me–catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at SS all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] We everywhere, you ain't never there You probably make it to everywhere we been in Nevuary I'm fly as a pilot, while y'all losin' like you put your lives on a diet I'm hot as July is, life is a riot Mr. Push-a-bike-in-Dubai [?] (That's me) Got the ho Sharon at the Sheraton, with the dykes at the Hyatt In London eatin' at Nando's on my chicken thing The only upscale I be thinkin' 'bout is the triple beam Ridin' the Jeep on the opposite side of the street The stones on me bigger than hippopotamus teeth I'm on the run, 'bout to do another 20 summers Pushin' the Benz in Germany with the funny numbers (Yes) We fly in the streets like it's the Autobahn Y'all niggas watch me cop jewelry, then y'all go pawn Tipsy in Sicily with the Gucci goggles on Determined to see the bottle gone, lookin' like I belong If you ain't afraid, it's time to get your startle on I'll let ya'll wear the wire, I just get my Marlo on I still got love for hoes from my country (Ahuh) I scored more times in Utah than Karl Malone But if your stomach stick out much as your booty do Bitch you got booty [?], and I don't want your coochie-coo I never been caught, I'm good at cheatin' on the wife It's probably 'cause I'm a better sneaker than a Gucci shoe [Chorus] Catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots Catch me—catch me in the spot where the shots pop off at SS all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop C-c-c-c-catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots Catch me—catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at SS all black, with the top chopped off that Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at [Outro: Royce da 5'9"] I got a... I got a stamp on my passport For every strand of hair that you've got on your baby nuts Cuz on the beat Bar Exam 2, niggas