Foreign

[Intro]

Census, what you cookin'?

Foreign baddies on me, shawty said, "Tecca, pull up on me"

She on read, she don’t even know me, give me head

You could slide up on me, bring your friend

Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it

For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real

She need to purify her mindset, yeah

You don’t really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real

Put my ice on, give me confidence, for real (For real)

Made lots of income, got me comin' out my deals (Yes sir)

Don't wanna hear you complain if you ain't payin' no bills

Don't let them take your spot, there's a lot of girls that will

Tell me your secrets on molly

Racks in my pocket, like Polly

All the shit you be starting to bother me

Am I coming back, I don’t know probably

When she naggin’, I don't give my ear

Shorty start crying as if I care

Truth be told she ain’t goin' no where

These bitches weren't there when I came up

Shorty want me 'cause I’m famous

My crib full of lions, can't tame us

She go down at the party, can't blame us

Midnight slidin' on an opp block

Chops make them dance, make them pop lock

Bought it in cash when my card dropped

I got some shit make your jaw lock

Foreign baddies on me, shawty said, "Tecca, pull up on me"

She on read, she don't even know me, give me head

You could slide up on me, bring your friend

Toast up if you pourin' it, toast up if you scorin' it

For real, you need to pour up to get your confidence, for real

She need to purify her mindset, yeah

You don't really gotta cry, lil' bitch, for real