"Foreigner (Demo)" lyrics - POP SMOKE
[Intro: Pop Smoke & 808 Melo]
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 and she love to fuck
She suck it up, 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
Ice on my neck snowin'
I'm dark skin, glowin'
Off the Perky, I'm rollin'
Valet, park it
I'm screamin', I'm barkin'
They like, "Poppy, why you startin'?"
Pop a Perc', go retarded (Woo)
They know I'm wildin', I need that respect
Seven hundred grams, icy baguettes
Pop Smoke, niggas know I'm up next
Drac' keep on shootin' until it's none left
I'm 823, yeah, I throw up the set
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
Lamborghini truck, floorin'
Got your bitch in the back whorin'
She like, "Papi, I adore you"
I'm like, "Baby, I ain't normal," rrr
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Lil Durk & Pop Smoke]
Hoodie on, it get scary
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary (Woo)
Christian Dior I need more (Woo)
Don't do Saint Laurent anymore (Woo)
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 (Rrr)
On God, I meant 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 (Woo, woo)
Chopper go na-na-na
I don't know opposition ride around in a Urus (No Urus)
Ride with guns, no insurance (Yeah, yeah)
Paying the chance to fuck a top R&B bitch, but I got a bag now and blew it
Yeah, I don't wanna hear it, trenches love when I visit (When I visit)
Voice of the streets, period
Bury me Mike Amiri (Yeah)
Hoodie on with a semi (Mmm)
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
Richard the Millie (Gang), fuck a opp bitch tell her "Get outta your feelings" (Your feelings)
Pop me a Perc' and I damage my kidneys (Damage my kidneys)
Go to New York and I cool with some Billys (Yeah, yeah)
I'd rather get caught then die with the glizzy (Die with the glizzy)
Hear me some sirens then pop me a wheelie (Pop me a wheelie)
Turn on Pop Smoke and A Boogie, and then I put on my hoodie (Let's get it)
Put a switch on a back in that G-lock, turn that bitch into a fully (Rrah, rrah)
CPR just off a head shot, told them boys don't bully (Boom!)
He R.I.P of R.I.P's 'cause these not no regular bullets (Yeah)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner (Woo)
Foreigner (Uh?)
Foreigner (Grrt)
Foreigner (Bah)
Foreigner
Foreigner