Global lyrics

[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh
Yuh
Buffet Boys
Yuh, yuh
Yuh
Yuh

[Chorus: Fat Nick & Germ]
I'm global now, I know it
I'm trappin' hard, feds know it
Pourin' mud, no clone sh*t
Gettin' money yeah I know it
Hell yeah yeah, we know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it
Hell hell yeah, we know it
f*cked his b*tch and he ain't know it
I'm global now, I know it
I'm trappin' hard, feds know it
Pourin' mud, no clone sh*t
Gettin' money yeah I know it
Hell yeah yeah, we know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it
Hell hell yeah, we know it
f*cked his b*tch and he ain't know it (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Germ & Pouya]
Back with the mac, splat in the back
Goonies in the cut, high land, high wax
Toss bombs at your moms, raw-doggin' the law
No problems at all, no scars when I fall
Give a f*ck bout yo b*tch, give a f*ck bout yo ho
Snap low with the chrome, loaded Desert
Have it ready to let a n*gga have it
Sleep a n*gga top like some motherf*cking cabbage
I never been a nine-to-five type of guy
Just me and five guys stickin' up the Five Guys
Real high puffin lala
Fabin' off the lala
I don't want no [?] if it ain't no wifi
My vision HDMI when I puff lye
No lie, you can hold mine
My nuts special like a gold mine
Wear em on your necklace
Tell em when your chest been (Yuh)
Bunch of [?] in my session (Yuh)

[Verse 2: Pouya]
You braggin', claimin' that you hard with the Glock
You always walkin' with a flock of boys
Ready to pop off top, no questions
Step into anybodies direction
That's the suckin' every f*ck boy that enter your section
Well check this out, I got a bank account
With a decent amount
Pop out the clip if you slick in the mouth
f*ck on that b*tch, then that b*tch gotta bounce
Cause I'm G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
Three hoes butt naked in the shower
Waiting for me in the hotel
Slangin' tees to my clientele
Young b*tch, suck di*k, never show and tell
We are not the same, we are not parallel
You don't want pressure with my personnel
f*ck boy slip in hell is where you fenna dwell
Yuh b*tch
[Refrain: Pouya, Germ & Yung Simmie]
Cause I'm G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga
G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
f*ck n*gga (Yah, yah, yah)
[Bridge: Fat Nick & Yung Simmie]
Trap trap trap (Uh)
Ha-ha (Yah)
We know it (Paw-paw)
I know it
pus*y

[Verse 3: Yung Simmie & Mikey The Magician]
Paper stacker
Gotta get it, cause that's all I know
Lean got me moving slow
Your b*tch just hit my line
Say I need to hit her line some more and spend some time some more
But I just want my dough
Running through the streets with my bros
And they all gon' global (Glo')
This ain't what you want
My n*ggas is killers
They killing for fun
They like to put bodies in trunks
I'm like Shaq when I dunk
Coulda wore a size ten how I stomp
Got bullets like fingers get thump
I'm smoking on gas no pump
While Ashton Kutcher ass n*ggas get Punk'd on a daily basis
I check my shoe laces
Can't slip cause I don't lose races
Level up cause you too basic
Just face it, you couldn't even get her naked
Now she f*ck with a famous n*gga
Got your b*tch feeling famous
I could never love a b*tch (Ayy)
Man I'm sticking to the basics (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Mikey the Magician]
Ayy, ayy
Yo b*tch look like [?]
When pops had the business
You know I'm global like all them Olympics
Mike the Magician, that boy so terrific
They call me Mark Cuban, I give them the business
I'm bout to pull out the fire like the chef
f*ck up a fan, I feel like Ron Artest
I did it before b*tch I'll do it again
Don't come at me sweet
I don't wanna make friends
Hit you with the piledriver nine, Hulk Hogan
Who you know that do it like the f*cking Nike slogan
Ima cold motherf*cker
Leave your opposition frozen
Then I drop the body by the ocean eleven
Then going to heaven
I hand him a gun and then stop
I'll leave a playa wetter than a b*tch in flip flops
You a b*tch
Soak it in and go and buy you some tampons
Global day forever and ever we stayin [?]

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm global now, I know it
I'm trappin' hard, feds know it
Pourin' mud, no clone sh*t
Gettin' money yeah I know it
Hell yeah yeah, we know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it
Hell hell yeah, we know it
f*cked his b*tch and he ain't know it
I'm global now, I know it
I'm trappin' hard, feds know it
Pourin' mud, no clone sh*t
Gettin' money yeah I know it
Hell yeah yeah, we know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it
Hell hell yeah, we know it
f*cked his b*tch and he ain't know it