Foreign Flow, Pt. 3 Lyrics

For a show

I need twenty or better

And it's Christian Dior for the sweater

Fifteen, prolly write her a letter

In my mind I believe ima get her

Shorty know I be stepping in Dior

Why your bitch call my phone, finna ignore

When I step in the stu it get hardcore

I be jumping threw beats like it's park core

I go over the top royal rumble he ah bitch he gone fall

Watch him stumble ima slide on all ten I don't fumble

I don't really got time for the fuck shit

But these bitch know nun but slut shit

Got your bitch getting wet like a puddle

She gone fuck off the rip ain't no cuddle

And I shoot like AD from the bubble

If he slip and he slide he get flooded

I don't know why you changed all a sudden

Switching on you that's impossible

When we both locked in we unstoppable

I grew up in the hood wasn't optional

I'm in tune so it's fuck your emotions

I don't even wanna cause no commotion

I just know shit that I can't speak on

Johnny storm in this bitch turn my heat on

And this forty gonna sound like a stampede

And this clip built long like a centipede

On bro what you on Mac eleven got heat like the sun

When I slide better duck, send shots hope you run out of luck

And your bitch shaking ass at the function, hell no this is not an assumption

And if he gone hide ima seek him

All them diamond I know u be leasing

I remember them times in the precinct

Now my watches be changing like season

In my bag and you know ima hustle

If you really want smoke ain't no scuffle

Cause these bullets gone crunch up his ruffles

Feel like D D G well off nigga I cannot hang you a send off

Better talk to me nice I get pissed off

Nigga I cannot shop that's a rip off

These bullets is hot and they ripping his face off

You in the dust ima take off look

You talking hot and you getting a face lift, send that boy up like a space ship

Aye they tell me to stop but I just keep going

These bullets be ripping like velcro huh

You can get shot if you keep talking shit

Put you on tv like elmo

She asking to stay I said hell no

Better go call a lyft from your cell phone

Like, talking that hot shit all on the gram only fifteen with a mic in my hand

You on my dick talking shit you a fan

I'm working so you know I ain't stopping

How you gone talk all that shit when you flopping

Patience Niggas know I'm a get that

Dividends niggas know ima make that

Walk in the room bet she shake that

She gone shake that look

He don't know what I mean tell him astalawego

He moving hot he get left with a halo

Foe nem ass lacking we caught him in four k

And if you talk hot I send shot's to your door way