Foreign - Trinidad Jame$, Coop, 31 Gramms

Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign

On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign

Foreign Whip, or a Foreign Bitch, I don’t give a fuck these blue hundreds Look

foreign as fuck you flex up and we know it cuh

To the street these niggas foreign

To the trap these niggas foreign

To the hood these niggas foreign

To some money these niggas foreign

To designer these niggas foreign

To some kush these niggas foreign

Look in the last lord around here

Shit move till I clear nigga

Ride around in the audio

Killing shit like a Nazi

Yeah this whip come from Germany

Hit the break, Hit the button, We’ll get up

This AK47 come from Russia

Finna burn these feds like Usher

No way I won’t talk to the police

Shit so foreign I can’t even say it

Dope game so foreign, I can not be played, cause the rule snot written by you

Now you want my Rolex

No more Kool-Aid

Running on nothing but cookies

We Got this shit for the low low

Bitch I got my name out the coco

I’m loving my niggas no homo

We kicking more shit than the dojo

I’ve never been out the states

But my left foot says Givenchy

Get on the pussy like

Deep in that bitch I need oxygen

Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign

On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign

Foreign Whip, or a Foreign Bitch, I don’t give a fuck these blue hundreds Look

foreign as fuck you flex up and we know it cuh

To the street these niggas foreign

To the trap these niggas foreign

To the hood these niggas foreign

(I don’t know you round here cuh)

To some money these niggas foreign

To designer these niggas foreign

To some kush these niggas foreign

[Verse 2: Trinidad James

When it comes to this fashion shit, I’m a Flexosaurs

An eagle soaring, Wiz Khalifa touring

New blue face on that Rolex, nigga got the rolley rolling

Bad bitches Algeria nigga, of course, she a foreign

Your badest bitch is boring

Supreme shit on my bitch nigga, say all the fashion is current

I KNOW YOU see me coming

Got white girls on white girls

I got black girls on black girls

Say no, Rick James boots nigga made by Saint Laurent

I could never go broke cause I know I niggas always owe me money

My bitches give me bitches cause I teach a nigga how to get the money (PIMP!)

We always had to jugg just to get a pay we never did it honestly

Like moving fast and thinking cause nigga that’s just what it is

I say no excuses nigga, no complaining trying to figure how to get it

Puss- pussy pussy pussy nigga I see you growing whiskers

Get the fuck up out my face if you can’t figure out how to get more figures

James!

Fresh out the plane getting picked up curbside in the foreign

On the way to North Hollywood finna to light it up with a foreign

Foreign Whip, or a Foreign Bitch, I don’t give a fuck these blue hundreds Look

foreign as fuck you flex up and we know it cuh

To the street these niggas foreign

To the trap these niggas foreign

To the hood these niggas foreign

(I don’t know you round here cuh)

To some money these niggas foreign

To designer these niggas foreign

To some kush these niggas foreign