Foreign Lyrics

Uh, let me show these niggas how I'm comin', aight, c'mon

Ridin' in a foreign, but the lanes,um boutta switch

Focus on the money, I can never trust no bitch

I been standin' on all 10s so you know I never snitch

Got a Glock and an X-10 with a fully auto switch

Bitches, they just play pretend, too much money, I can't spend

So I might just cop a Benz, fuckin' bitches, they all 10s

With this music shit me and Monty really settin' trends

We're with the foolish shit, we're tryna fuck her and all her friends

Nigga said he got my back, but he's lettin' niggas flank me

I was callin' you my bro, but I been feelin' like you hate me

Smoking runts by the pack, I swear I do this on the daily

Fuck a girl from the back, got her callin' me my baby

Gotta get up, gotta go and get paid

There's plenty ways to get it, gotta get your shit straight

Got shorty askin' for my digits, told her, get away

Cuz she ain't makin' me no money, so I cannot stay

I been chillin' in the spot, these niggas know where I'm at

Got money bussin' out the pockets, might just go spend a stack

Got weirdos talkin' on my name, I swear these niggas is wack

Your bro got hit up for a chain so nigga, go and get back

Her ass is fat, I bend her over and I'm makin' it clap

We spin in rovers till it's still is over, got them runnin' like track

Got too much money comin' in, but I swear I do not tracp

I know some niggas doin' time, I swear this shit not just rap

Just a young nigga, only destined for the top

Catch me in a foreign with a roof that I ain't bout to drop

I'm not into stealin' bitches, but your girl just give me top

Only money's part of my interest, this gun I got, ain't no prop

That bitch been blowin' up my line

Askin' me, what you doin', where you at, and when you bout to slide

Roll a blunt and let's get high, it's just a way to pass the time

We was drivin' in the Foreign's on the E-way on that drive

And I knowin' I ain't livin' right

Fuck it smoke a blunt while stackin' money to the ceiling height

Lost so many friends, so my heart, it just ain't feelin' right

Mixed up with the drugs, pourin' lean up in McDonald's Sprite

Bitch, I'm one of one, you can't compare me, can't replace me though

runts all in my blunt, if you my bitch, you can't be basic hoe

I don't got no trust, even family can snake you bro

So I'm ridin' with a gun, hopefully they never take me though

Most my niggas six feet under or they in a cell

Just listen to the lyrics, it's my pain, I'm tryna tell

I know my niggas stealin' spirit, but sometimes I just can't feel

I see they faces when I sleep, so I wake up and pop a pill

I know a nigga stay on hard, she's ready to go and drill

You might catch me in that whip, but I am not behind that wheel

I know some niggas kinda crazy, what they do is rob and steal

And if he talkin' kinda crazy, then I bet he gon' get killed

And if he talkin' kinda crazy, then I bet he gon' get killed

And if he talkin' kinda crazy, then I bet he gon' get killed