[ Featuring Young Thug ]
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
(Narcos)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Cop-cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(I wanna cop me, gonna cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Cop me, yeah-yeah)
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Panama white, put the gold on my lip
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin' with real
I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run up the check, give a f*ck how you feel
I just might teach you a lesson
I cannot f*ck with no peasant
I only rock VVS's
VVS's in my necklace
VVS's got me reckless
It's Gunna-Gunna, bitch you guessed it
I might say some shit impressive
I might do some shit, impress you
Throw it up and let you catch it
Hold me down and I'ma bless you
I'ma buy you some Loubs, I'ma buy you Giuseppe (yeah)
That money keep comin', they send it directly
She suck on that dick and she give me that Becky
I give her ten thousand and I don't regret it
Thank God that I made it, I used to be poor
You lil niggas fell off, Young Gunna still on
Remember I used to rock Polo, Ralph Lauren
Now I pull off the lot in a new foreign
Say f*ck all you niggas, I know you ain't with me
This AMG63, I gotta get it (go get it)
24 inches, I want my shit lifted
Ferraris and Lambs and Rolls Royce and Bentleys
European wheels all through the city
Cashed out, got my title and got my shit tinted
Windows so dark man you can't even see in it
Ridin' with the pitch like my shit is not rented
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Cop-cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(I wanna cop me, gonna cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Skrrt-skrrt, yeah-yeah)
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Panama white, put the gold on my lips
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin' with real
I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run up that check, give a f*ck how you feel (Jeffery)
I'm in here ridin' with the carbon (hey)
Hop in and out of the foreign
Most of these boys they corny
They don't got no bread
They runnin' around and they borin'
We don't make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches (ya dig?)
F*ck one, both my palms itchin' (woah)
Let's have a toast and f*ck your kidneys (toast)
F*ck 5-0, I know they listenin' (f*ck 'em)
They listenin' to everythin', yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches (why?)
'Cause in court they gonna put on air, yeah (woo)
I just want a band
I just need a band (I just need a band)
I been missin' Ben Franklin
I just want him back
I cheated on him with Grants and Jacksons
Why the f*ck I do that? (I don't know, tell)
But I promise I ain't gon' do it no more
Oh no-no-no-no, hey
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Cop-cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(I wanna cop me, gonna cop me a foreign)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Mmm-mmm, yeah-yeah)
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Paint 'em all white, put the gold on the lips
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin' with real
I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run that shit up, give a f*ck how you feel
Give a f*ck how you feel
All of my niggas give a f*ck how you feel
F*ck around and play, get your bitch on a pill
F*ck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled
F*ck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled
F*ck around and play, I'ma pop me a pill
We just go brazy, we don't pop the pills
We can go brazy without poppin' pills
We gon' go brazy when I cop the pills
We gon' put cake, put the guap on your bitch
We gon' put cake on these bitches for real
Play with the bitch and we savin' they kids
Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels
Chanel bags by the low
Hold up bitch playin', I got big ring bloods on the low
Shh, stand low, I got big bloody bloods on the low
Yeah-yeah I'm on the west coast hangin' with locs
Ya dig nigga? Don't fix this bitch
Let 'em dig this bitch
Let 'em whip the wrist
Out the pot, got the bowl
Get a knot, buy a Rollie
Buy Pateks, put some ice around your neck
Pussy on your kids a flick
Put it on your point and click
Put it on your private property
Put it on your big bank
Inside the pool I'm top, yeah
Belly bustin'
F*ck nigga bust
Bad back, YSL chat, we don't trust you
F*ck 'round we gon' bust you
F*ck 'round we gon' bust you
We on Gresham with Guwop, f*ck 'round we gon' bust you
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I wanna cop me a foreign
(Mmm-mmm, mm)
Chop off the top, Forgiato my whips
Panama white, put the goat on my lip
Ridin' down Melrose, I'm in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steerin' wheel
I'm only runnin' with real
I got my own paper, I can't sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run that shit up, give a f*ck how you feel
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
