Global

(When you see us, you know we mean business)

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 fucking '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 fuckin' '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 nigga went up against Big 4L and they ain't meeting that fucking cash
Hood gangsta at heart, nigga betraying the image
Nigga 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 nigga who skull with me
Hood MVP, Drill was out here sliding, l walk around with all these nigga

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 nigga in the hot box riding with hot Glocks trying to catch the killer
Nigga 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

(When you see us, you know we mean business)