Overseas

[Chorus: Young Scooter] I just got a call, they playing my music overseas Anything you try, I can oversee it Half of my plugs, they from overseas Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian [Verse 1: Young Scooter] Finesse, flex, they playing that in Japan I do shows in Cuba, I tell them pay me in grams That bitch from China, every month she make like 50 bands I gave that ho the recipe now she a millionaire Pour up, roll up, get faded Count up, stack up, that paper Got to watch out for your plug, he’ll try to play you Look at my haters, like ah he made it You talking dope, then I’m one of the greatest COD, nigga, no favorites They fuck with me in London, hoods going crazy Apartments to overseas, I done finally made it [Chorus: Young Scooter] I just got a call, they playing my music overseas Anything you try, I can oversee it Half of my plugs, they from overseas Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian [Verse 2: E-40] I ain’t local bitch, I’m global My music’s up like togos Mean mug, dirty popos In my neighborhood I’m a mogul All the little kids love me Want to be just like E All the bitch niggas hate me But I flash on a nigga like Adobe Bitch I’m a motherfucking OG I just look like this, lowkey I’m a California bear, not Yogi Bust you in the face with the deuce deuce threeney Bullets go through things, holes like earrings Me and my heathens, live like we kings All I know is grit, when the baseline hit That’s some Os I get, winners never quit I was born in the struggle and I was raised in the trap I’m just a street nigga that just so happened to rap Bitch! [Chorus: Young Scooter] I just got a call, they playing my music overseas Anything you try, I can oversee it Half of my plugs, they from overseas Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian [Verse 3: Kid Ink] The money calling, I’m going back to Paris Sold out show, spitting crack, what you selling? They don’t barely speak my language but repeat me like a parrot It’s apparent who the man, baby you ain’t got to panic Put them panties to the side, and that dutchie to the left Got a pound through security and pounds on the check Passport tatted up, it ain’t nowhere else to stamp On a ten hour flight, flirting with the flight attendants Took my niggas out the hood, Crenshaw to Dubai It’s a lot to understand sitting way up at the top I oversee it, worldwide, no it’s no longer a secret Postcard view so fucking scenic [Chorus: Young Scooter] I just got a call, they playing my music overseas Anything you try, I can oversee it Half of my plugs, they from overseas Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian