Foreign

I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up
I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up

All of my niggas gon shoot from the neck up
Praises to God he be keeping me blessed up
I chase the bag and I'm running a check up
I'm zooted off percs now I need me a checkup
I pour a four I go straight to the moon
If you play with my gang you get sent to your tomb
And I'm feeling like flash to the bag how I zoom
Too the bag how I zoom

I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up
I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up

Man I'm staying with the same niggas
And we coming up right out the ground
I been going through this pain nigga
So I'm smoking it right out the pound
Nigga always standing chatting always steady acting
Looking like a clown
All my niggas gon count up the backends
And keep up the stacking cause we got the crown
4PF like I won me the lotto
We stacking and stacking I'm smoking gelato
And I'm fucking this bitch she a model
I'm busting a nut if she sucking
She swallow
I'm chasing the bag like I was in a hurry
The gang full of shooters we fading like Curry
If an opp nigga pull up his body we bury

I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up
I just pulled up in a foreign with all of the guys
My brother Chelo keep them tecs up
My phone on Do Not Disturb
So if your bitch hit me up
Know I won't text her
Shorty a treesh and she for the streets
Ain't nobody gonna flex her
Big boy, flex up
All of my niggas we next up



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Writer(s): Dylan Rodriguez
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