Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Quavo
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Pop Smoke & Fivio Foreign
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay
On “Foreigner,“ Pop Smoke recruits A Boogie wit da Hoodie for a slow-moving anthem in which they boast about their lavish and expensive foreign items. They drop references to world-renowned brands including Lamborghinis, Mike Amiris, and Christian Dior to flex their wealth.
[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Uh
808Melo
Traphouse Mob (Woo)
This is a Melo Beat (It's Big 092MLBOA)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
My bitch a foreigner (Woo) and she love to fuck (Love to fuck)
She suck it up (Uh), make her fall in love
Put that on her tongue, Perky on her tongue
She do the walks for us (Walk that shit), make her one of us
The gas that I'm smokin' potent (Potent)
Ice on my neck snowin' (Snowin')
I'm dark skin, glowin' (Glowin')
Off the Perky, I'm rollin' (Rollin')
Valet, park it (Park it)
I'm screamin', I'm barkin' (Barkin')
They like, "Papi, why you startin'?"
Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo)
They know I'm wildin', I need that respect (Grrt)
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes (Baow)
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next (Woo)
Dread keep on shootin' until it's none left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set (Ayo Cig)
Twenty years old, but I move like the vet
You talk out your mouth, you better invest in a vest
Nigga, 'cause you could get left
Your bitch is a foreigner, huh?
I fuck her and pass her
Show her the difference between a dog and a master (Master)
Lamborghini truck, floorin' (Floorin')
Got your bitch in the back whorin' (Whorin')
She like, "Papi, I adore you" ('Dore you)
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," rrr (Normal)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Christian Dior I need more
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore
Yeah, na-na-na, let it off
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, forty-five in my drawers
And they say I sound like a dog, hah
On God, I'ma fraud
I was in all the stores
I bought every Hermes scarf, yeah
Do you feel me?
Thousand pair of Mike Amiris
But I still need more
I could go on and on, yeah
I ain't even gotta talk, yeah
Chopper go na-na-na
Hoodie on with a semi
Young nigga with a Richie
Young nigga with a Richie
The Richie the one that had came with the big head, nigga, Jimmy
Headshot, that's a jimmy
Big dawg in my city
Kill a opp in this bitch
Red dot to her titty, yeah
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner