Indigenous

Intro:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you ain’t find out where I’m going I gotta’ let you know

Verse:

If you ain’t found out where I’m going I gotta’ let you know
Yeah flipping the track out the lot, she wanna’ fuck on me she gotta’ pray to Allah
Or maybe just pray to a god, I’m not religious I wouldn’t know nothing about it
All of my bitches indigenous if they look good then I gotta’ know something about em’
Yeah my bitch booty ridiculous, gotta’ have shades on just for a glance at the bottom
Yeah diamonds the front to the back of my wrist, gotta have Ray-bans on just to cop em’
Yeah just from a look I can tell that you pissed, you gotta’ respect I ain’t come from a dollar
How could you hate that
Yeah, Use that shit as motivation
Yeah lil Brodie came from down the block said he fuckin’ with them Blasians
Me, yeah, I been fucking with Croatians
Yeah I might switch to the Philippines just to see how they tasting
Play with me we hawk em’ down, we hawk em’ down, hop out and chase em’
Blues up in my bank account can’t help but see how I been chasing
9 mil Glock on me now, can’t help but keep that bitch adjacent
You could say that’s fucked up, but lil bro stressing all my patience
Damn, fuck the bitch, need a replacement
If I hit it once, won’t hit again that’s facts that’s not a statement
If I hit him once, won’t hit again he gone now pick up the casing
And I bet that bullet hot as shit, I peppered him like cajun
Yeah get yo get back, yo Brodie melted like claymation
Yeah state to state, I stay with K’s, I’m moving like the matrix
Yeah we fuckin’ up the city, I don’t really need a badge up on my whip to show you it go fast
Yeah all my goons like a committee, took a perc to focus up and that shit made me scratch the jag
Yeah turned a thirty to a fifty, hit the bitch so hard right from the back I knocked off her hijab