Foreign Bread Lyrics

Imma just do the hook, imma knock it out

If I said let's go and fly to Mars would you accept

Lets go fuck in Paris and eat all the fresh baguettes

She like, "why you unemotional when you upset?"

Cuz girl, I'm like a lion that was raised from outta den

Niggas play the hardest in they hearts it's just pretend

See right through they soul it wasn't hard to comprehend

Don't mean to offend you when I call it like I see it

If being famous mean less money then I wouldn't wanna be it

Opinions locked, means you in the same spot

If I ever make it big then that means we saved shots

Cuz if you give me mine I'll make it ricochet

I'll be on, then brodie gon be, just on a different day

And even though I'm sick today

Imma get the first, then make a bigger play

Head down, lately I can't miss a day

Check a nigga resume, then burn it, furnace

Niggas not a problem, they ain't something I'm concerned with

Talking all that stern shit

My foot in the door

And a foot on they neck

I'm winning

Bro was good with the whores and good with the Tec

We sinning

If that mean our mommas grinning in the end, then we all good

Baby won't be timid in the Benz, she want all wood

Pricey liquor, sippin with my friends, wish we all could

But I ain't tryna split the dividends, with some fuck niggas

They won't even see wassup wit ya

Nah, nah