Foreigns, they come back to back
Like, Eazzy, how can you handle that?
I made the best of my habitat
And them bitch n***** still hating
I put VV’s all in my bracelet
I got Benji all on my faces
Groupie bitches be fuckin’ wit’ me
They kinda testin’ my patience
Know we pushin’ scat or we rafing
No, we do not ride nothing basic
Know that these bitches be foul, that’s a flagrant
No, I don’t do none of the dating
I’d rather be posted right up wit’ my n*****
That cig in my hand, if he run then I’m chasin’
Run to the bag, gotta chase it
Or you gon’ be broke, gotta face it
Some of my n***** went federal
Free Alla Kings, yeah, thats first on the schedule
Rappin’ got me on a pedestal
You can’t come near me, you don’t a check or two
I fell in love wit’ them bos ’cause they mailable
Made me a sawdy off shippin’ them vegetables
This shit is medical
Police, they come to the back of the vino, we float, it’s incredible
Double my salary, give me another deposit
We know that Eazzy deserve it, I’m honest
Walk in the store, if I want it I cop it
He was a rat in the picture, I cropped it
N*****, they don’t wanna go be into it
‘Cause they know that Eazzy the smartest
Don’t gotta post on the Gram, I’m not givin’ no media
You betta know you a target
Foreigns, they come back to back
Like, Eazzy, how can you handle that?
I made the best of my habitat
I made the best of my habitat
I put VV’s all in my bracelet
I got Benji all on my faces
Groupie bitches be fuckin’ wit’ me
They kinda testin’ my patience
Know we pushin’ scat or we rafing
No, we do not ride nothing basic
Know that these bitches be foul, that’s a flagrant
No, I don’t do none of the dating
I’d rather be posted right up wit’ my n*****
That cig in my hand, if he run then I’m chasin’
Run to the bag, gotta chase it
Or you gon’ be broke, gotta face it
Out in Miami, gettin’ top in water
Who do you know going farther?
Smokin’ on gas in a charter
Boy, you lame, ain’t on nothing so why even bother?
We get money, huh
Ain’t no runnin’ up
Choppa make him double dutch
30’s we be tuckin’, huh
Aw, thats yo bitch, she fuckin’ huh?
Gang be runnin’ huh
We don’t knuckle up
You tweakin’, G4 switchy might just fuck him up
We brought our sticks up inside of the party
He twitch then I’m uppin’ this luggage
Scratch off, the demon be buggin’
If he wanna do it, we spin around issa fuck it
Foreigns, they come back to back
Like, Eazzy, how can you handle that?
I made the best of my habitat
And them bitch n***** still hating
I put VV’s all in my bracelet
I got Benji all on my faces
Groupie bitches be fuckin’ wit’ me
They kinda testin’ my patience
Know we pushin’ scat or we rafing
No, we do not ride nothing basic
Know that these bitches be foul, that’s a flagrant
No, I don’t do none of the dating
I’d rather be posted right up wit’ my n*****
That cig in my hand, if he run then I’m chasin’
Run to the bag, gotta chase it
Or you gon’ be broke, gotta face it
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