FOREIGNER

Uh Uh
Uh Uh
Uh Uh

Yea

Scorching ya
I'm pulling up in a foreigner
Yea I'm bout my bag
Hit the pot with grease
Never crease these kicks
When you stepping, how you moving like that?
With ya bitch and we hop in a Uber in it
Count my cheese got Gouda tell I'm good
It get scary homie
I got Ice cream jeans not Amiri on me
I got Ice cream jeans not dairy
Then I mix it with Bape and I feel like an ape
Bitch poolside feeding me grapes
Couldn't save you I don't got a cape
Told that bitch to shake it
This is pure crack, Crocker
Came in with Betty I told her to bake it
Look where I'm at, faded
Drugs got me all sedated
Shit I rather the racks then famous
And the ratchet came in stainless
Oder the packs to face it
Numb walking round painless
Niggas be capping I'm off of a shroom cap
Shit will get blue black
Niggas be hating forever they fake
Now they watching me levitate
Uh
Bitch gave me head then I turned into stone
Uh
She like Medusa uh
Sexy lil bitch she addicted to me
Uh
She like a user uh
Dope man I'm supplying the streets
Uh
You a consumer uh
Wade number 3 got me blazing the heat
Uh
At ya madula uh
Already know who flamed the beat
Uh
Ricky the ruler
With Kaleo bussin down a kilo
Counting up the C-notes
Moving on the D-low
Always moving the D-low
Yea

Scorching ya
I'm pulling up in a foreigner
Yea I'm bout my bag
Hit the pot with grease
Never crease these kicks
When you stepping, how you moving like that?
With ya bitch and we hop in a Uber in it
Count my cheese got Gouda tell I'm good
It get scary homie
I got Ice cream jeans not Amiri on me
I got Ice cream jeans not dairy
Then I mix it with Bape and I feel like an ape
Bitch poolside feeding me grapes
Couldn't save you I don't got a cape

Couldn't save you I don't got a cape
Told that bitch to shake it
Shake it
Couldn't save you I don't got a cape
Nah
Told that bitch to shake it
Shake it
Couldn't save you I don't got a cape



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Writer(s): Erik Bridgeman
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