Gogurt - Foreign Bitch Lyrics

Uh, I'm in my foreign whip
I'm with my foreign bitch
She got that foreign ice
Ice up all on my wrist

F*ck the lunch date
All up in the hunt today
Lil Georgie come play
Come wit me to spend hunnids
Lil' shortie frontin
Hit her from the front-end
Like it'll be on sunday
Ballin' like Micheal Jordan
My trigga finger itchin
Hit my palms into two
We back-to-back in foreigns
We playin peek-a-boo
I'm in the MIA
Told that nigga what it do
Go back to my place in Cali
Chill with that nigga Snoop
Take two straight to the face
But one smoke out the boof
Call up my nigga OJ
We runnin' from the two
This ain't easy, this is comin from the top
I wanna kill my self but I ain't gotta glock
It's 12 a'clock and I'm havin all these thots
Thinking about this little shawty, from around the f*ckin block
Will I ever have a shot, will I ever have a spot
This shit so passed mysticated, havin all these thots Uh
Can't pretend that I was perfectly leavin you a fan, Oh man
What a world, the things I hit
Now takin a bite from an apple from a partree
Or livin' the life of a black man during slavery
Tired of feelin trapped in my damn mind
I'm tired of feelin like I'm wrapped in my damn lie
Like feelin the pain of a rat trapped in a damn box
So her resist just to make her f*ckin pain stop
Or for a man that just stintin like the way she walk, man
What I would do just to hear her talk

Uh, stackin' them checks, stackin' them checks

We be rollin', LIT, lit
Uh, I'm in my foreign whip
I'm with my foreign bitch
She got that foreign ice
Ice up all on my wrist
F*ck the lunch date
All up in the hunt today
Lil Georgie come play
Come wit me spend hunnids
Lil' shortie frontin
Hit her from the front-end
Like it'll be on sunday
Ballin' like Micheal Jordan
My trigga finger itchin
Hit my palms into two
We back-to-back in foreigns
We playin peek-a-boo
I'm in the MIA
Told that nigga what it do
Go back to my place in Cali
Chill with that nigga Snoop
Take two straight to the face
But one smoke out the boof
Call up my nigga OJ
We runnin' from the two
This ain't easy, this is comin from the top
I wanna kill myself but I ain't gotta glock
It's 12 a'clock and I'm havin all these thots
Thinking about this little shawty, from around the f*ckin block
Will I ever have a shot, will I ever have a spot
This shit so passed mysticated, havin all these thots Uh
Can't pretend that I was perfectly leavin you a fan, Oh man
What a world, the things I hit
Now takin a bite from an apple from a partree
Or livin' the life of a black man durin slavery
Tired of feelin trapped in my damn mind
I'm tired of feelin like I'm wrapped in my damn lie
Like feelin the pain of a rat trapped in a damn box
So her resist just to make her f*ckin pain stop
Or for a man that just stintin like the way she walk, man
What I would do just to hear her talk