Foreign

Huh, yeah, yeah, what Huh, huh, woah, woah Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith He wanna slide he get hit in his face Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase) Woah, yeah, he need some glasses Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses Feel like I'm rapping like cactus Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah) It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars Yeah Huh, all of those boys think they cashin Motherfucker if you would just look in the mirror for once you would stop fucking cappin This writers block get to me, huh Boy you is dead to me, huh I'm puttin' you on to a channel put him on the news and he turned into history, huh, huh Huh, woah, I bought me a chain that shit was antique I'm thinking too hard and my brain is gon' leak I don't wanna be different cause I ain't unique, woah, yeah Huh, my momma heard this and she told me to rap about shit that I don't even wanna That shit make me sound like a bum And that shit is gon' get me made fun of, woah Momma I'm sorry I'm just tryna make it I don't give a f*ck about watching my mouth I don't care what I'm motherfucking saying, yeah, huh (Woah, yeah) They better than me We split him in half now he red as the sea Cooking some eggs and adding the cheese but this ain't no regular cheddar this quiche Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith He wanna slide he get hit in his face Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase) Woah, yeah, he need some glasses Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses Feel like I'm rapping like cactus Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah) It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars Yeah Huh, yeah, you know we pushing the wraith He wanna slide he get hit in his face Burning him up and we putting his ashes inside of a vase (Inside of a vase) Woah, yeah, he need some glasses Leave his bitch sticky like fucking molasses Feel like I'm rapping like cactus Feel like we walk, woah (Woah, yeah) It's one in the morning if he try to run he get smoke, huh, cigar Huh, I took his bitch from the bar, huh Taking her back to my crib and we getting so high I feel like we in mars Whipping around in the Benz we push the Mercedes I bought her like 10 foreign cars Yeah