Foreign

You ain't gotta cap

You ain't gotta lie

You ain't never seen no butterflies

On a Lambo

**** step aside

Your bitch looking like she wanna ride

Pull up, in the drop top wizzop

Wrist ain't got no tic tock tic tock

Pissed off, 'cause she let me tip off in some Gucci

I'ma stone cold killa

Pull up in that ice cream truck

My thing vanilla

Got a bag I spent it

Had to get the new thing tinted

She gon' throw a bag it in the back seat

Hit a foreign in a foreign it's different

She gon' let me buss it down

Buss it down

She gon' let me buss it down

Buss it down

Walk in Balenci my ankles

Suggest you pull up in your raincoat

'Cause I got the drip, drip, drip

Chains wetting up the whip, how I feel like the Django

Snapping on the low, if you gon' flick, make sure you get my good angles

My wallet full of the Panko

Dance on the diamond is rainbow

You should check yo pockets, don't check mine

She ain't leaving with you ****, maybe next time

I'ma Mac you ain't never been to Best Buy

Want some numbers baby here, you can text mine

She let me hit in the car 'cause my music it on the charts

She wanna be cuffed, had to tell her like my barber I don't want no part

Ooh I know its hard

Don't take it to heart

You was never mine don't get smart with me

Lower your voice

Lower your voice

Got no choice

I gave you this work I don't employ

I'm the best QB I'ma pass it to my boys

She gon' let me buss it down

Buss it down

She gon' let me buss it down