Intro:
(Hahahahahaha)Penhouse! (We are blud clad)
Got a message for you b**h
In a foreign wit' the wat?
In a foreign wit' the wat?
In a foreign wit' the wat?
(Verse 1: Showkey)
In a foreign wit' a wesson
Ought to teach man a lesson
Them boyz, there man salty
Better mind they don't get peppered
Don't really care what you reckon
I do not care for your bredrins
Pause,(Wait), let a lil' n***a die for a second
(Verse 2: Showkey)
Kinda came through the door t'you
And left wit' a stoney but he didn't leave wit' a rolly
Oh that's his wifey she kinda like me
But she's going home wit' my homie
That n***as my goldie, yh he's my broski
Trust me things will get smokey
Claim that he own me i don't know my man
But he must know showkey
(Yh)
(Verse 3: Showkey)
Money march in Giuseppe
An' i caught frostbite in bolensie
(Bolensie)
They say that I ball like Messi no, no no
My balls on your girl like spaghetti bro
Got a salt on your block, that's a shop for the dots
That's a shop for the rocks wit' a pop
An' your wife she a fop, i don't co - op
But she ain't talking no op
She ain't talking no slop then I don't give a f**
She better come out of this op
My grip on the mop I don't talk to no cops
And i could never f** wit' a op
(Verse 4 : Showkey)
She wants to f** wit' a n***a that's 814, Im like say no more
(Say no more)
He thought he was bad so he ate that corn
Now he can't say no more
(Bow)
Them days it was No lay lay play play
But i ain't tryna' play no more
(Bow)
Your boyfriend can't dab like me, why do you rate him for?
Why do you rate him for, why do you rate him for yh
(AY,AY,AY,)