Foreign

I'm not the lovey type I'm from the hood shawty Can't give the type of love you want the way I should shawty You cookin' breakfast oh word now you a cook shawty She give me head soon as I wake that mornin' good shawty I do it all shawty We go to restaurants that your ex cannot afford shawty You fuckin' with a real man that ain't broke shawty The type to go to games and sit us by the court shawty One minute you be at work Next minute you on a flight Ain't even give me the light Just know you spendin' the night I start believin' myself When I tell you all these lies I'm makin' sure they sound good It's gettin' so out of line You know I tend to forget Baby you ain't even mine I'm pullin' up in the foreign We do Lamborghini drives You givin' off pretty vibes You get attention from guys They better lower their eyes We got some dangerous ties Suicide doors girl you know it Pull up to your crib in the foreign then I floor it If it ain't foreign you already know it's borin' Shootin' from the deep like I'm Steph and I'm scorin' You already know the vibes what you want we can afford it YSL, Louis, or Dior you could own it I just booked a flight don't even know where it's goin' I just know we goin' and we keep on fuckin' goin' Had to step back from the picture Had to leave had to dip up You know when I come, I come back and I'm bigger Murder all these beats I'm a killer Streets walkin' 'round got the index on the trigger Hand in the pouch open zipper Steady with the shot, make you dance, make you quiver Foam cups straight, no mixer I be in the stu makin' hits with the liquor Downin' the whole damn thing fuck the liver Only time I settle's for a big booty stripper Only competition that I see is in the mirror Linked up with Sophie she only gettin' thicker Ass got wider the tongue got slicker Fly out to Bahamas book a whole big villa FaceTime my ex but the hoe ain't pick up No she ain't pick up Bet the new guy that she with ain't richer Always took my time bet his ass much quicker If he got a problem he could talk to my hitter Yeah Finger on the trigger Pussy motherfucker say hello to my killer Sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker Houdini all on her mouth like liquor Suicide doors girl you know it Pull up to your crib in the foreign then I floor it If it ain't foreign you already know it's borin' Shootin' from the deep like I'm Steph and I'm scorin' You already know the vibes what you want we can afford it YSL, Louis, or Dior you could own it I just booked a flight don't even know where it's goin' I just know we goin' and we keep on fuckin' goin'