Sledgren - Global lyrics

(Detroit boyyy) (Roll up, Aye Roll that up man x3) We be eating, I don't know about y'all You can't get nothing loose, n***a 4nem buy it all I'll get a b**h number, I don't call Without the head blood the whole body fall AR's with the lights cus n***as hiding at night n***a f** your OG, I got more stripes In the trap house hot, it be rolling like dice Money over your b**h, all these hoes trife I be outside big guns on me everyday Aye twin Glocks, Mary K I rock like Billy Ray I'm off Molly by myself If we catch his a** over here, can't nobody help Gotta focus on yourself, f** everybody else I'll pull my heat stick out, make everybody melt On the real dawg, you my motherf**ing neph What the f** is MCM? Must be talking about my belt Let's talk about that little b**h I hit this morning Naw nevermind cus that sh** ain't important 3 hoes on me because 1 b**h boring Don't hoop n***a but I trap in my Jordan's Don't hoop n***a but I shoot like Larry You know I don't get ready, cus I stay ready Used to be broke but now everything heavy Riding through trapping in that drop top Chevy Older I get, I get smarter and smarter I don't want no liquor, I want pills and some water Cut your a** off quicker than your favorite barber Hardbody, almighty, I'm from Santa Barbara k**a n***as in Wyo, jackboots and demons We k**ed him for no reason, somebody clean the cement Lil baby neck me in the whip, it was decent He ain't got no bail money, stuck up in the precinct Run it up, count, jugg, work, work, Rihanna n***a Dangling on 44 now and I'm with a hitta Whip up, SKRT, in the kitchen I be babysitting I can make a hoe pay me, I ain't tricking n***a n***as scared to ride for a fact, he ain't with the sh** Flicked JuCash, he ain't snitch, we know you innocent We gone click clack, need that, you wasn't feeling it Nat Nat give me head slow, but count that money quick I get head, then next I'll never be back Tell DJ Khaled im the motherf**ing best Hit you in your head, don't waste no money on no vest Never had a job, jugg-a-thon, I finesse f** that talking sh** Yeah I dogged yo b**h Who is this? Hold on b**h, I'm hitting yo sis These n***as don't make sense, ain't f** with em since If you got a chop n***a how the f** you miss? Y'all n***as shoot to shoot, we shoot to k** sh** Dig your partner up b**h so I can take a piss You was getting whoopings n***a I was whipping my wrist I put that hammer on him, make him kiss the stick