Lyrics
Ayo foreigner, you crazy for this one
What'd he say
She gave me head that made me bust fast, she left without the dick
Beat his ass and take the drug money, he left without the zip
Take it off his hip and then he ran, he left without the stick
And this the green scatter, we can flick, just let me out the whip
Huh, please, we ain't getting away
Why you tryna speed? Well you can see this bitch from outer space
And I ain't finna date or try to chase her, bank will be await
They ran up in his place for the safe and got a 308
Huh, yeah, they was supposed to get him whacked
Bitch, put your panties up, I'm not approaching you for that
If you fuck with one of mine, then that's appropriate for straps
I'm finna pull up and just blow like it was groceries in the bag
They gon' walk that nigga down, cause he keep posting where he at
And I just got a standard clip, cause you not posting or I'm strapped
Nigga, break the window, uh, yeah
Break the window, uh, aye
Alright, break the window, put the car in neutral, we gon' leave it rolling
Write a note, then leave it on the dash and say we could've stole it
Every nigga got a scat, so I ain't even want it
Take the mufflers off the Ford Fusion and just keep it going
Nigga, fuck a fast trap
Nigga, nigga, fuck a fast cat
Wire her off the cheese rack trap via cash app
So leave some gas cap-sized hoes in his hatchback
A six-tool grades a nigga, she ain't even put his calf back
All hoes been tryna flashback cause the cash fat
I been tryna fuck, so we ain't doing nothing past that
She only post pictures of her face cause her ass flat
Hey, yeah, I can tell a nigga, uh, yeah
Aye, I can tell a nigga, fuck you
Holding up the paper like a clipboard
Bitch, I'm not tired to take a nigga's shit to help him look for it
Last time I seen you had the shit was at the one-story
You don't want the shit, you sitting down, you gotta look more
Hey, yeah, I can tell a nigga, uh, yeah
Aye, I can tell a nigga, fuck you
Holding up the paper like a clipboard
Bitch, I'm not tired to take a nigga's shit to help him look for it
Last time I seen you had the shit was at the one-story
You don't want the shit, you sitting down, you gotta look more
Hey, y'all niggas better go stream
L-O-G shit, man
Yeah, fuck
Thanks for watching
Writer(s): Jaelin Milton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com