FOREIGN 2 Lyrics

In, in, in the Wraith, bout to dip off the lot, roller skate

Niggas still mad cause he can't deal with the hate

When the light turn red, believe I'm gon' zoom past

Hitta hittin' on the gas pedo got a fake stash

These Platinum FLs nigga not flawless diamonds

If you keep talkin', I'm gon' show you where my knife is

Say my track fire didn't blow bombs like it's ISIS

Pop him in the throat, got him talkin' like John Laurinaitis

No Bentley truck, now I got a Royce

Guess what, after I shoot him, that's gon' be his voice

Yeah, that's right, we gon' stay grindin' through the night

Yeah, blunt, outta life, yeah, she gon' spend the night, yeah, yeah

G Wagons at the crib, just copped it part new

Got the straps, got the shits be lookin' like a cartoon

Hands up, not one said all of you, molecule, autotune

Taught to be a leader, don't know why I followed you

Out the Foreign this was part two

B-ball, it's a follow-through, she wanna come through

Pricy blicks, the Glocks new, buzzin' bee it bumbles

Gargled so much it fucked up her tonsils

In aWraith, bout to dip off the lot, roller skate

Niggas still mad cause he can't deal with the hate

When the light turn red, believe I'm gon' zoom past

Hitta hittin' on the gas pedo got a fake stash

These Platinum FLs nigga not flawless diamonds

If you keep talkin', I'm gon' show you where my knife is

Say my track fire didn't blow bombs like it's ISIS

Pop him in the throat, got him talkin' like John Laurinaitis