Foriegn Lyrics

Chyea yea

Yeeeeeah

Crazy yea gotta crazy

Yeeeeeah

Yeah gotta go crazy

Crazy gotta go

Yeeeeeeaah

Yeah ugh yea yeah

Hol up might hop in a foreign

Diamonds on me pussy nigga it pouring

Night ride through your city would thought i was touring

Got my young niggas in your house like Corey

Hol up this bitch wanna have my babies I call Maury

Hol up like free my zoe nigga dat boy got deported

Riding corvette like i don't got insurance

Riding round town with that rock and you know that its on me

Hol up woke up in the morning count 40

Hol up I went to my brother he doubled it

Had to keep shit private lil boy don't go public

100 bags in bitch nigga I just went Publix

I get that money and niggas cant fuck with it

Pull up in Maybach niggas said fuck the cut-less

Hol up i pull-up lil nigga you know that we cutting shit

Hol up got suitcases and they filled with them blue strips

Hol up these fuck niggas yea you know that you counterfeit

Pull up in the rari no not the challenger

I got 2 glocks on me boy not the Dillinger

Hol on call up big bro nigga call him he finna do dat

Talk shit boy i don't wanna go into dat

I pray to god for all of my enemies

I pray that we living beyond to infinity

You my other half you see the symmetry

Huh

Don't think these niggas is feeling me

Diamonds on me it will help em see clearly

Crazy

Yeah gotta go crazy

Yeah gotta go crazy

Crazy gotta go

Yeeeeeeaah

Yeah ugh yea yeah

Hol up might hop in a foreign

Diamonds on me pussy nigga it pouring

Night ride through your city would thought i was touring

Got my young niggas in your house like Corey

Hol up this bitch wanna have my babies I call Maury

Hol up like free my zoe nigga dat boy got deported

Riding corvette like i don't got insurance

Riding round town with that rock and you know that its on me

Hol up woke up in the morning count 40

Hol up I went to my brother he doubled it

Had to keep shit private lil boy don't go public

100 bags in bitch nigga I just went Publix

I get that money and niggas cant fuck with it

Pull up in Maybach niggas said fuck the cut-less

Hol up i pull-up lil nigga you know that we cutting shit

Hol up got suitcases and they filled with them blue strips

Hol up these fuck niggas yea you know that you counterfeit

Pull up in the rari no not the challenger

I got 2 glocks on me boy not the Dillinger

Hol on call up big bro nigga call him he finna do dat

Talk shit boy i don't wanna go into dat

I pray to god for all of my enemies

I pray that we living beyond to infinity

You my other half you see the symmetry

Huh

Don't think these niggas is feeling me

Diamonds on me it will help em see clearly