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foreign (feat. lilzay8double0 & lilty10livin) Video (MV)




Performed By: slumpshi
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: slump shi
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slumpshi - foreign (feat. lilzay8double0 & lilty10livin) Lyrics




Drill time, entertainment
Crafty made this beat
Say this a G-Lock with a 30 Shoot that bitch right in his face
We sent the blitz, he got to ducking pussy Boy can't get away, we caught his face

And left no trace, we hit a right and got away Stupid bitch you wanna diss
Well goofy, bitch, gon' meet the grave We got the drop, let's send the hit
Before we do, let's change the plates The opps mad about they cousin
Cause my brother took his face He smoke on 10, you must be trippin

Man, I think this nigga laced You bet not let me catch you slippin
223 gon' eat his face Y'all was thuggin' onna net
With Lil dayday all the time Now y'all mad and y'all pissed
Cause Lil dayday in the sky

Lil bro nem, ridin' with a switch I like Draco when I slide
My killer down to get him hit Don't care if paper's on the line
Free Lil T, Marc, that's my brother Nigga play, then we gon' choke him
Free Lil Vontay, he the poke em Pull beside em, then we smoke him

Stupid bitch, you think I love you When I told you I was jokin
I just want yo brother dead He was claimin' he was on it
Mr. Hop, give him 10 I do this shit cause I was chosen
They wont never catch me lackin' Boy, you know I'm pistol toting

My youngin' tweakin', he gon' blast it He gon' shoot at his opponent
Don't let me catch you out in traffic Boy, you know I'm gon' get on it
This big ass Glock, you bet not play with that
A take your face with that Gon' hit yo bitch up in a lace with that

Shoot where yo braces at Don't take off runnin', boy, we chasin' that
Get close, we facin' that Heat up his body, boy, we bakin' that
Them pounds, we takin' that Just me and Clent Trap where its vacant' at
It ain't no fakin' that I tap this switch, like hlrrr

You takin' that, boy, you ain't shakin' that Walk in that section, got that pole with me
Got that roll with me She eat dick, a snotty nose with it
Got my toes twiggling ' Gon' switch it up, I got this Glock with me
Got all these shots with me 32 shots, look like the Doc with me

Gon' drop a opp for free he hear that hlrrr
Sound like the opera sing 4-5 a chop a tree

A shoot yo face, you bet not drop the G
A rip your top a piece

Got Drac with me, you gotta know
Them 62s rippin' through the seat
Got bro with me, he down to take your face with this new 23
Sliding' down yo block with fully chops, tryna put some' to sleep

Im gon' shoot the Glock until it click, don't run, I flip the switch
Change the clip, I'm on yo ass, you dumb, can't run from no blitz
Freaky bitch, keep tryna f*** ho, send da lo, you inna door
I keep smokin' all these woods, that sshh keep f*ckin' up my throat

All I see is dead, mans, I'm f*cked up, need to see a pope
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English

Drill time, entertainment
Crafty made this beat
Say this a G-Lock with a 30 Shoot that bitch right in his face
We sent the blitz, he got to ducking pussy Boy can't get away, we caught his face

And left no trace, we hit a right and got away Stupid bitch you wanna diss
Well goofy, bitch, gon' meet the grave We got the drop, let's send the hit
Before we do, let's change the plates The opps mad about they cousin
Cause my brother took his face He smoke on 10, you must be trippin

Man, I think this nigga laced You bet not let me catch you slippin
223 gon' eat his face Y'all was thuggin' onna net
With Lil dayday all the time Now y'all mad and y'all pissed
Cause Lil dayday in the sky

Lil bro nem, ridin' with a switch I like Draco when I slide
My killer down to get him hit Don't care if paper's on the line
Free Lil T, Marc, that's my brother Nigga play, then we gon' choke him
Free Lil Vontay, he the poke em Pull beside em, then we smoke him

Stupid bitch, you think I love you When I told you I was jokin
I just want yo brother dead He was claimin' he was on it
Mr. Hop, give him 10 I do this shit cause I was chosen
They wont never catch me lackin' Boy, you know I'm pistol toting

My youngin' tweakin', he gon' blast it He gon' shoot at his opponent
Don't let me catch you out in traffic Boy, you know I'm gon' get on it
This big ass Glock, you bet not play with that
A take your face with that Gon' hit yo bitch up in a lace with that

Shoot where yo braces at Don't take off runnin', boy, we chasin' that
Get close, we facin' that Heat up his body, boy, we bakin' that
Them pounds, we takin' that Just me and Clent Trap where its vacant' at
It ain't no fakin' that I tap this switch, like hlrrr

You takin' that, boy, you ain't shakin' that Walk in that section, got that pole with me
Got that roll with me She eat dick, a snotty nose with it
Got my toes twiggling ' Gon' switch it up, I got this Glock with me
Got all these shots with me 32 shots, look like the Doc with me

Gon' drop a opp for free he hear that hlrrr
Sound like the opera sing 4-5 a chop a tree

A shoot yo face, you bet not drop the G
A rip your top a piece

Got Drac with me, you gotta know
Them 62s rippin' through the seat
Got bro with me, he down to take your face with this new 23
Sliding' down yo block with fully chops, tryna put some' to sleep

Im gon' shoot the Glock until it click, don't run, I flip the switch
Change the clip, I'm on yo ass, you dumb, can't run from no blitz
Freaky bitch, keep tryna f*** ho, send da lo, you inna door
I keep smokin' all these woods, that sshh keep f*ckin' up my throat

All I see is dead, mans, I'm f*cked up, need to see a pope
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Writer: slump shi
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