Global Spinning 作词 : Herbert Randall Wright III/DelQuirsto Wilson/Deandre Woods/Pierre Simpson 作曲 : Herbert Randall Wright III/DelQuirsto Wilson/Deandre Woods/Pierre Simpson You know that Gang shit Every time Everything a go, man, it's forever a go It's forever a green on our end Shit gon' go through, racked up, sacked up Savage life, though, that's all we know On bro G Herbo, Big G Herbo, Swerve Real gangsta, you know that, we don't act tough on the 'net We don't coexist with rats, and we ride till it go flat I know savages rich and they flex, you ****ing 'round, slide and get you a check Nicknamed the opp Paralyzed, caught two the spine and two to the neck I been on my side, where you was at? I'm ****in' 'round, driving the two-door 'Vette Whoever in traffic, you know we like that, pull on the right side, make a wreck Had a shoebox in my mama house, like fifty thou' and a baby TEC Had another hunnid tied in with rap, and another two hunnid we could go collect I ain't even talking 'bout rappin', talkin' 'bout wrap, my brother, we were still trapping He was doing all that yapping, saw him out in public and we clapped him I'm in Cali good, getting rich, the streets was a distraction I just made like 1.5 on Instagram and copy captions Don't even think I'm bappin' Told BabyDrill, I'm Big 4L, too much blood for a napkin We up for everlasting BabyDrill I dropped the lead on in the Drac', turnt to automatic I ride to work, picking up that fye, hopping out of backseat, young crew blasting They start the war, I end the war, bitch flew overlap Huh, nan **** went up against Big 4L and they ain't meeting that ****ing cash Hood gangsta at heart, **** betraying the image **** runnin' from smoke, get caught like Ricky Bitch, I'm 4 for 4 with the Glock, no witnesses Definition of stand on business Trying to get it out of the street with the rap, but the rap game full of bitches I had here 'bout thirty guns and fifty bags, I fed my trenches Different breed, piped up all the kills and **** who skull with me Hood MVP, Drill was out here sliding, l walk around with all these **** Blew a ticket right in the trenches, like yeah, you don't know the feeling Lil' bro in the back of the 'Llac with a fully treaded, me in the four-door Bentley I still might fly to the 'Raq and I'm totin' a strap in my grandma kitchen Same house like 2013, used to pop out itching to go on a mission This Drac' and Glock sound great together, call me Drill The Chemist Four y'all **** in the hot box riding with hot Glocks trying to catch the killer **** got hit with that hot shit, prayin' he got hit by a 5.56, that missile Every kiss begin with a K, muah, watch how they killed to come kiss 'em Catch him a vic' real quick, backdoor with a bitch 'cause he act like a bitch do Soon as he slipped, run up, let off a switch and rip through his tissue Hop in, skrrt off in the whip, he knowing it's official I'm trying to give him .448s, he wants some 7.62s Hold on, Swerve, tag team .223 went through his temple Hollow eat right through his liver Bitch, I keep lead on me, I ain't talking pencils Spoke on the dead, now he dead, bitch, we don't play 'bout members Huh, they want my head, bitch, I ain't scared, bitch, I went global spinning