The Rich Foreigner - South in a Beamer (feat. Luh Dee Osama) Lyrics

The rich foreigner, Luh Shaun
I'm speed racing,taking it south
Swap the place out, I'm changing the route
All them shootouts on Seward Drive,banging it out

It's a drought in the city, I'm taking this south
Fighting demons all night, point the gun in my mouth
Fall asleep on the couch, I wake up & see mouse
Beall Drive,Buckroe,we trap out the house

Roadrunning right now, I'm taking this south
And nigga,I stacked up 10
4am, ATM typing in Pins
On a fed call, nigga, I'm talking to Luh Ben

Playin' both sides, nigga get slapped with this gen
She said she wanna take a trip, I take her to japan
I'm riding in the whip,I'm riding with them fans
Just me and cuz riding with a couple of them bands

These niggas be pillow-talking, that ain't your mans
Middle of Ramadan, I'm committing sins
Step hard, nigga, I kill with a grin
Nigga, I'm a snake, got snaked by my kin

I walk in the jid, put my sins in the wind
Early morning, I'm clocking, I'm coming at 10
I'm rocking the Glock, I'm dropping the gen
I'm robbing and bopping, I'm riding Luh Ben

What you smoking on?, I'm pissing on dead ass men
With cuz in the whip with a full-auto G-Lock
Hop out the whip,trying to knock off this tree top
Nigga,Finger be itching,whenever I see opps

Luh Shaun in the kitchen, tryna whip up the rerock
Bussdown on they rip,make a nigga whole street hot
Yeah, hop out the whip, make a nigga whole street hot
Ha,the rich foreigner
Bitch

And nigga, I'm playing with 50
Hop out the car and I'm shooting that switchy
Niggas been pussy, ain't never been with me
Got the drop on that spot, nigga, who going with me?

Told Brody, I'm sliding, he coming to get me
Had to knock off his man, he was moving too iffy
Put a shot in the spine, he was running too quickly
Heard he dropping a dime,I just call him it's picky

Shorty ask am I outside?, I just threw up a 60
New Beamer, nigga, I'm switching the 50
Nigga, put dog food straight in the city
Baby Arp,hold 2 of them titties

Drank fresh out the pharmacy, clog my kidney
Point me to his grave nigga, cause nigga I'm pissy
Spin me back to the trap, cause I'm busy
Got the gat in my lap, spending blocks until I'm dizzy

17 out my top with a Glock and a Drizzy
I pull up to your home for a hug and a kissy
You don't blow up my phone, but I know that you miss me
She In love with the scent,she just wanna sniff me

448 grams, I'm selling them blickys
Calm down from a E pill, nigga getting itchy
K-Subu with a Glock in a Hemi
I'm dropping them rocks and I'm buying on all Semis

At papa crib, I was scraping up pennies
And back in the day, ain't have no money for no Dennie's