We EverywhereRoyce da 5'9"

[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