Locked Up Abroad

[VERSE 1]
Touch down out in Athens, Hit V finna pull up
Couple weeks out in Greece, young nigga on a cook up
Got the link in Exarcheia, I was square on the plug
In the streets with the rebels, in the square with the thugs
I’m a G international, it ain’t no flex on the passport
You get the smoke if you ask for it, all cash off the backboard
Send the bread to the iPhone, hit the plug on the iPhone
Good gas got my eyes gone, souvlaki wit the fries on (Wait)
We was out running the streets, when the fuck boys pulled up to a nigga screamin' in Greek
Six pigs on a zeus team, talkin’ bout put ya hands up
I had the dope in my pocket, I had just got my bands up
Saw my bros put their hands up, bandanna ‘round my head
Pulled up wit the sticks out, coulda wound up dead
Shoulda laced up my Flyknits, dipped off on a pig quick
If you ever get jammed up, dip off on a pig quick

[VERSE 2]
More dope in a Greek jail than I ever seen in a whole week
I’m in this hoe with some killers, all eyes on me
Young nigga from the neighborhood, much love to the OGs
They put a nigga on game, I got the code of the streets
They tried to tell me the phone broke, I had finessed my phone in
Runnin’ plays from my jail cell, they ain’t even know I was holdin’
Embassy no suites, I had to hit my attorney
I told him pull up on me, boy we got court in the morning
We got to court in the morning, I got the game from my lawyer
They tried to serve me a 5 piece, I'm bout to fuck up the order
It ain’t no English spoke, dropped cash on a translator
They never found the dope (woah) I had finessed the judge (yea)
They never found the dope, you cannot keep me in court
You cannot keep me in cuffs, not guilty oh yea (yea)
You cannot keep me in cuffs, you are not locking’ me up (woah)