Foreign Footprints Freestyle (Unreleased Version) ft. Hollywood Rog Lyrics

Man, Foreign Footprints nigga man

Niggas know how we coming man

We got all that shit man

That Louis, that Off-white, that Gucci

You know how we coming man

My bitch got it too

My young niggas got it

Everybody got it man

Even my momma looking good in that shit man

Fuck niggas talking about?

Look

The little bitch just hit my phone, she just sent a couple pictures

I'm still riding around burning opps like a switcher

All my gangs solid moving shit like militia

Act up crazy, text shit get ya issue

Ain't talkin footlocker, but a nigga got sneaks

They seeing how I'm coming, everyday different feet's

Flexing, never stressing

I swear to God I leveled up, my life a blessing

My lor nigga Juan got bitches and Ross got the beats

We the hardest in New York, and the hardest in the streets

I be flexing on these niggas, going crazy on these beats

Give a fuck about ya bitches, yeah they all 7 days

Them bitches phony

Eat the beef up, and Ion really do bologna

Most the bitches in your phone looking bad phony

Your bitches down bad

I don't mean to drag, my pockets loaded with cash

See why they mad, I'm putting shit in they face

A couple years from now, I'm skirting round in that wraith

Fuck it up

Still fuck it up

Got them racks, 20k, ran it up

Still scamming, my bitch still jamming

Drop a banger turn it up shit jamming

Yeah I'm yawning cuz I'm sleepy

Bitch keep touching my body saying she need me

See the cash on the dresser and she greedy

I swear to God I got this drip like the needy

I think I'm cold because a nigga got the shiver

Yo girl wanna fuck too cuz I'm that nigga

I swear to God I got the greys, see the print

They know what's up

Yea I'm still in them Footprints Foreign

My life ain't boring

I feel like Giannis to the cup, I'm still scoring

I got these bitches laid up in my bed whoring

And I just popped the G6, now I'm snoring

Her friend be licking on my skin

She licking on my ceps

Her friend text my phone said she want a lil sex

She let me beat it up from the back when she stressed

Ion even know her name

But she fat, and her name Dess

Fuck it up

Still fuck it up

Got them racks, 20k, ran it up

Still scamming, my bitch still jamming

Drop a banger turn it up shit jamming

I got a bitch out in Toronto like I'm Drake

I'm with another bitch she right here eating steak

You know what up, yeah a youngin really great

Straight give a damn if a fuck nigga hate

Fuck them coaches

Lot of bitches in the club, driving the boat

My bitch she pull up wit L.V., we don't do Coach

And I be flexing all the time

Ima boast swerving in that Ghost

Make a toast, yea my section still popping

Fuck it up

Still fuck it up

Got them racks, 20k, ran it up

Still scamming, my bitch still jamming

Drop a banger turn it up shit jamming

Shit was kind of hard dummy no bullshit bro!