Foreign Habit Lyrics

Run it by me checked in by a thug better hide you hoe for I make the bitch mine

Came for a hug, we got her man pissed, act up yessir we already outside

951 I'm getting me one, take her outta state to the 305

Put me in shit, imma letting it rip, ghost all in a clip, I'm letting it fye

Don't wanna speak, just know money talk, better get that pin, better send that wire

My peace no peace, yellow tape on the scene, when I pull it up, it's already you

Die

Die

Bitch better die

I got a cup with some kush on the side

He is the truck drive-thru for the fries"What you want?"

That metal that hoe supper sized

Fucking no hoes, I'm alone these days

Working at night, I just got paid

Dog at the door don't tell me to stay

Guillotine, soccer ball, tell them to play

Wanna get hit that bang

You can't outrun this thing

You came to play not the same

But you didn't bring you a slang

I

Don't know what you want but I know what you gettin

I already know where you headed

You better pray to a paster

Cuz you know I'm bringing pressure

You gonna lay with the rest of them

Last word is always some bicthen

Hoe

I carry more heat than the pots in the kitchen

For you be talking on me

Better hide your hoe for I make the bitch mine