FOREIGN SHIT

[Intro: 1300SAINT & Nine Vicious]
(One more time)
(Slatt) Damn
Say what? (Woah, woah, I'm with the slatt)
Woo (Okay)

[Chorus: Nine Vicious & 1300SAINT]
I like foreign shit (What? Hold up), I like foreign shit (Woo, say what?)
Bitch, I'm fine shit (Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah), yeah, I'm fine shit (What? Slatt, yeah)
Niggas ain't really on nothin', on God, why the fuck you hidin'? (Okay)
Yeah, I'm in the big black truck, this motherfucker look like a lineman (Cash)

[Verse 1: 1300SAINT, Yung Kayo & Nine Vicious]
I don't even know which ho I'ma fuck, lil' bitch, I'm decidin' (Okay)
Huh, I'm on some army shit, Balenci' boots, they strikers (Yeah, strike)
All my bitches got Patek's, so you know they on timin' (Let's go)
Brodie do a drill then he hop on a jet, 'cause you know when he slidin' (Skrrt)
Told 'em to come my way, [?] for the neck 'cause I already know where he hidin' (Beep, beep)
There's so many thots layin' on my bed, look like I got five camels (What?)
I got a show in New York (Let's go), I'm finna rock out (What?)
Yeah, the ball in my court (Let's go)
I'm hittin' her G-spot (And what?), I got the dick in the Porsche (I got the dick)
This shawty might skrrt out the lot (Skrrt), I just might bring out the Porsche (Slatt, slime)
Yeah, shawty not tryna fuck with my team (Hold on), she on some lame shit (Hold on, hold on)
These niggas broke, these niggas ain't got cash, it be the same shit (Woah)
I got my own staff, own swag, no, I can't lane switch (Skeet)
Glock 19 with a red beam, yeah, this shit came with it (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
This is a freestyle, these shits if off of the top, lil' nigga, I don't gotta think (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Bad bitch and her ass fat, yeah, her pussy pink (Hold on, hold on, woah)
These niggas not even havin' racks and shit started to shrink (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
I'm so rich, I just spent a check and I ain't even blink (Hold on, hold on, hold on)

[Chorus: Nine Vicious & 1300SAINT]
I like foreign shit (What? Hold on), I like foreign shit (Woo, say what?)
Bitch, I'm fine as shit (Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Yeah)
Niggas ain't really on nothin', on God, what the fuck you hidin'? (Okay)
Yeah, I'm in the big black truck, this motherfucker look like a lineman (Skrrt)

[Verse 2: Yung Kayo & 1300SAINT]
She off of the magazine, she off of the run way (Yeah), had to hit that shit today (Yuh)
Pop me a bean (Bean), she said she on yo' team, but she'll eat for a Rollie (Yeah)
I made the Track' do the crash (Skrrt), I recruit a new brand like a draft (Yuh)
Oh, my cup look like pussy, it's pink (Yeah), and my dog eat the bag like it's Twinkie (One more time)