Lyrics:
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
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Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Barbie
Foreign
Yeah
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all your
sippin' DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo
[Chorus]
I'm your radio (Turn me
shining
Shots in the air, yo niggas be hidin
Rolex the timing
Please do not test me cause shit can get violent
Know we be wildin
I make a call my niggas
shining
Shots in the air, yo niggas be hiding
Rolex the timing
Please do not test me cause shit can get violent
Know we be wildin'
I make a call my niggas
trynna rack it up like Yo Gotti
Shot first, caught one body, pop niggas don't pop molly
That Peach Ciroc and that Blue Dot, them blue strips my new hobby
on your back, send you on your way
Yo good lookin') (Yo what you wanna do with
That black deuce deuce)
Hit you up, take that cash
You ain't slug proof dude
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
Gotti, I order hits (boom)
Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin (ah)
We just tryna ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
by this weapon choppa sounding like a baseline
Pull up with that cannon wildin out this ain’t drumline
I’m my own gang I ain’t never need a frontline
get down, I'ma ride around, with a 9 around, cause they not getting it
If he wildin out, I'ma lie him down, you know I'm surrounded by these idiots
You
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Yo, what's up, bro? Talk to me, Stony Pimp
Shorty wildin' from the bottom too much pain
And too much drama
Want the truth but you couldn't give it
a Roxy
Street nigga grew up on Gotti, I rock Versaces (I rock Versaces)
City know I'm slimey, get 'em snaked by his partner (snaked by his nigga, yeah)
to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn't know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon' be yo
Niggas spend money
Ha ha yea
Uh real shit
Check it out yo
Get a grip, get it fast
More smoke, more cash dPG with the blue flag
One ratchet ho with a fat ass
Category,
attention
Welcome to the fish fry where niggas get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
and
Every time I see her I just listen like yo gotti cuz
I just wanna show you love nothing else It's true
I just wanna show you love nothing else it's you
who knocks
Ain't control
Sauce it up
Sticking by the code is what I stand for
Always be on point cause niggas change up
Dying for attention
They want
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