We Everywhere

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

We global

We everywhere, you ain't never there, haters

Come on

Hey Vish

I was looking at TV one day, right?

My nigga 50 was on there sayin'

That he was the first rapper that ever been to Estonia

And it kind of caught my attention

'Cause I was like, "Shiiit — when you go?"

'Cause I went before Get Rich or Die Tryin'

[Verse 1: Kid Vishis]

My niggas icy, so you know we keep them roofs on

Call at the girl that go [?], gettin' our proof on

Dude movin' two tones, in a European somethin'

Cool with the roof gone, like a crackhead runnin'

Y'all better catch up, I done been in every color

Rover you can think of, from mustard to ketchup

Pocket got the cheese burger, I don't fuck wit' onions

I just converted euros, they gave it back in hundreds

I stay foreign, out the country killin' 'em

I got bitches from Michigan to Finland, um

Switzerland, London and places you never heard of

Like Estonia, they heard of us

Yeah, we be e'rywhere, you niggas don't be nowhere

White minks in the winter, lookin' like a polar bear

Neck like Alaska, wrist like Antarctica

Show 'em that there's money in rap, bein' an artist, shuh

[Chorus]

Catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots

Catch me—catch me in the spot where the shots pop off at

SS all black, with the top chopped off that

Catch me in the spots where the shots pop

C-c-c-c-catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots

Catch me–catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at

SS all black, with the top chopped off that

Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

We everywhere, you ain't never there

You probably make it to everywhere we been in Nevuary

I'm fly as a pilot, while y'all losin' like you put your lives on a diet

I'm hot as July is, life is a riot

Mr. Push-a-bike-in-Dubai [?] (That's me)

Got the ho Sharon at the Sheraton, with the dykes at the Hyatt

In London eatin' at Nando's on my chicken thing

The only upscale I be thinkin' 'bout is the triple beam

Ridin' the Jeep on the opposite side of the street

The stones on me bigger than hippopotamus teeth

I'm on the run, 'bout to do another 20 summers

Pushin' the Benz in Germany with the funny numbers (Yes)

We fly in the streets like it's the Autobahn

Y'all niggas watch me cop jewelry, then y'all go pawn

Tipsy in Sicily with the Gucci goggles on

Determined to see the bottle gone, lookin' like I belong

If you ain't afraid, it's time to get your startle on

I'll let ya'll wear the wire, I just get my Marlo on

I still got love for hoes from my country (Ahuh)

I scored more times in Utah than Karl Malone

But if your stomach stick out much as your booty do

Bitch you got booty [?], and I don't want your coochie-coo

I never been caught, I'm good at cheatin' on the wife

It's probably 'cause I'm a better sneaker than a Gucci shoe

[Chorus]

Catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots

Catch me—catch me in the spot where the shots pop off at

SS all black, with the top chopped off that

Catch me in the spots where the shots pop

C-c-c-c-catch me in the spots, catch me—catch me in the spots

Catch me—catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at

SS all black, with the top chopped off that

Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at

[Outro: Royce da 5'9"]

I got a...

I got a stamp on my passport

For every strand of hair that you've got on your baby nuts

Cuz on the beat

Bar Exam 2, niggas