YoungX - Foreign Cars

My niggas tell me that it's go time
It's time to go, I hit the road, it's lock and load time
He hit his shots like a free throw, don't need reload time
And I can't tell you what I'm seeing through my own eyes
That's where the truth lies
And I'm sorry, nobody gon' act like me
No more parties, regardless, we get tipsy
And I ain't trippin' of what move you make
Just know that it Mob the gang and we aint moving snake
Foreign cars in different states
Double the price and double the ice
She looking real nice, might take her tonight
She said that she got it, she booking a flight
I can't turn her hoe into a housewife, so I lay pipe and
Then I be gone, she said that I'm guilty for wearing cologne
Might cop an AP two-tone
Mama said, oh boy, you grown
We had struggled to make it out
I'm the goat, ain't nothing to debate about
Now he talking too much, call him motor mouth
If he say the wrong thing, we gon' send him south
So don't take it for granted
No, this ain't happen I planned it
keep calm, don't panic
Cause we all cause havoc
I just wanna live lavish
Cooped up with a bad bitch
Cooped up with a bad bitch
Cooped up with a bad bitch
Bad bitch
My niggas tell me that it's go time
It's time to go, I hit the road, it's lock and load time
He hit his shots like a free throw, don't need reload time
And I can't tell you what I'm seeing through my own eyes
That's where the truth lies
And I'm sorry, nobody gon' act like me
No more parties, regardless, we get tipsy
And I ain't trippin' of what move you make
Just know that it Mob the gang and we aint moving snake
Foreign cars in different states
I got your back, you got my back
We gon' scratch that, scratch that
We was sending hundreds through the cash app
She gon' throw it on me, guarantee I'm finna tap that
But she got a friend, bring her in, double tap that
That's Bogo, she bounce her dick like Pogo
I'm down up in Soho
Took her shopping but , she gon' have no clothes on
Neck froze like snow cone, freeze you like Frozone
If I tell you I got you, just know that I got you
I'll give you my word now, bruh
What the fuck is the word now, bruh
You believe what you heard now, bruh
Smoke too much weed indeed, I be high as the birds now, bruh
I can't get curved now, model bitches, they taking they turns now
Get lit, get turned now
One night with me, she turned out
My niggas tell me that it's go time
It's time to go, I hit the road, it's lock and load time
He hit his shots like a free throw, don't need reload time
And I can't tell you what I'm seeing through my own eyes
That's where the truth lies
And I'm sorry, nobody gon' act like me
No more parties, regardless, we get tipsy
And I ain't trippin' of what move you make
Just know that it Mob the gang and we aint moving snake
Foreign cars in different states

Written by:
Xavier Winston

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