Global Spinning (feat. BabyDrill)

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