Whippin' Foreigns
Uh tell me wassup
I'll be honest man I'm stuck in a rut
I'm freestyling cuz I've - run out of raps
I lost the whole mixtape when my laptop crashed
I ain't had time to repair it since I moved to the Nash
I ain't got time to reply when the dudes try to ask
I ain't got time to give shits when I run out of gas
I used to brag about the numbers now I struggle in class
Boy I went in on Mingy Mingy like a Meek diss track
Boy I was talking - and hopin for a sneak diss back
Man I was cooking but I gotta put the heat wave back
I'm like a brown Uzi Vert, I push release dates back, yeah
But now I'm chillin in the house wit Tariq
Hit him up if you know you a freak
Money ain't a thang if you - for free
If you ain't - with my squad, you ain't - wit me
Man we talkin big -, like this is somethin' to see
If you ain't got the GPA, - you ugly to me
Man we dodgin these distractions unlike half of these fools
Ya top tier -, we goin top med school
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3
Yeah you already know its Tariq
Already did politics, now I'm trying out rap
Driving down West End, the whips (Back to back)
I remember having conversations back in last drop
Little did I know I was talking to the Bash Bwa
First we lived in Blakemore, then we moved to Skyhouse
Baptized when I listened to my brotha's Soundclouddd
Terrorist attacks, heart attacks, asthma attacks
(Bring the heat -, there ain't nothing that can hold us back)
If you tryna hate, I'll go Kevin Gates on you snitch
(Kick you back to hell on my - Leonidas)
If you tryna step Ima put you in ya damn tomb
(Me and Tar schemin while my roomie in the bathroom)
Preppin for a date, a new girl every night
(Yea the girls come and go, but the money's for life, yeah)
We done road the struggle bus a few times
Now I'm pimpin out my whole,
Started from Blakemore, - how bout now?
I can't see yo bull- from my view in Skyhouse, ooh
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
I'm foreign
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
I'm foreign
Whippin the foreigns (Yuh, ooh)
Whippin the foreigns (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whippin the foreigns (Hmmmm)
Whippin the foreigns (Oh yeaaaaaah)
Foreigns (Hmmmm)
Whippin the foreigns (Oh yeaaaaaah)
It's over, it's over
I ain't got - to say
It's done
Drop the keys and walk away
I'll be honest man I'm stuck in a rut
I'm freestyling cuz I've - run out of raps
I lost the whole mixtape when my laptop crashed
I ain't had time to repair it since I moved to the Nash
I ain't got time to reply when the dudes try to ask
I ain't got time to give shits when I run out of gas
I used to brag about the numbers now I struggle in class
Boy I went in on Mingy Mingy like a Meek diss track
Boy I was talking - and hopin for a sneak diss back
Man I was cooking but I gotta put the heat wave back
I'm like a brown Uzi Vert, I push release dates back, yeah
But now I'm chillin in the house wit Tariq
Hit him up if you know you a freak
Money ain't a thang if you - for free
If you ain't - with my squad, you ain't - wit me
Man we talkin big -, like this is somethin' to see
If you ain't got the GPA, - you ugly to me
Man we dodgin these distractions unlike half of these fools
Ya top tier -, we goin top med school
Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3
Yeah you already know its Tariq
Already did politics, now I'm trying out rap
Driving down West End, the whips (Back to back)
I remember having conversations back in last drop
Little did I know I was talking to the Bash Bwa
First we lived in Blakemore, then we moved to Skyhouse
Baptized when I listened to my brotha's Soundclouddd
Terrorist attacks, heart attacks, asthma attacks
(Bring the heat -, there ain't nothing that can hold us back)
If you tryna hate, I'll go Kevin Gates on you snitch
(Kick you back to hell on my - Leonidas)
If you tryna step Ima put you in ya damn tomb
(Me and Tar schemin while my roomie in the bathroom)
Preppin for a date, a new girl every night
(Yea the girls come and go, but the money's for life, yeah)
We done road the struggle bus a few times
Now I'm pimpin out my whole,
Started from Blakemore, - how bout now?
I can't see yo bull- from my view in Skyhouse, ooh
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
I'm foreign
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
Whippin foreigns
I'm foreign
Whippin the foreigns (Yuh, ooh)
Whippin the foreigns (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whippin the foreigns (Hmmmm)
Whippin the foreigns (Oh yeaaaaaah)
Foreigns (Hmmmm)
Whippin the foreigns (Oh yeaaaaaah)
It's over, it's over
I ain't got - to say
It's done
Drop the keys and walk away
Credits
Writer(s): Bash Bwa
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