Young Scooter, E-40, Kid Ink - Overseas lyrics
[Young Scooter, E-40, Kid Ink - Overseas lyrics]
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
They playing my music overseas
Anything you try, I can oversee it
Half of my plugs, they from overseas
Puerto Rican, China, and Colombian
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
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
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!
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
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
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