Young Chop - Ridin Foreign lyrics

*Young Chop on the beat. Band Camp.* [Hook] I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this sh** I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this sh** Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and sh** And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ride-ride foreign) [Verse 1] Gimme the keys to the van, fi-fi-fifty keys in the van You can bleed in the van, you can leave in the van Take a chance with the man, then I'm squeezin my hand (HA!) But the man in the back ain't part of the clan Slapped him with the gun 'bout as hard as I can Took the dope out the van then I ran with the bands If a n***a try to follow, find his head in the trash Smash on your a**, I'll blast at your a** 100-yard dash in the gra** for the cash Brick and a Carbon-15 in the stash But he still got found with his brains on the dash (EW!) You a big bullet, was a fool in the past f** that n***a, I ain't cool with his a** Two bags of the gas, now the wolves on his a** f** around with Gucci Mane get some holes in his a** Fifty goons on me when I came to the Bash Po-Po-Point a n***a out that you want me to smash Two size of the trap, put the trash on the track If that the only son track then it might be a crash Yellow ice, white ice, little sh**ty gla** Swear it's so sick that I might have a rash Rollin a blunt while I'm hittin it from the back Where your name tag at while I'm dumpin the ash [Hook] I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this sh** I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this sh** Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and sh** And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) [Verse 2] Hahn! I can't even lie, I'm in my own lane (GUCCI!) Talk so much sh** cause I got my own slang (huh?) Bricksquad is my own squad, I got my own gang (SQUAD!) Stamps on the bricks, got my own 'caine (GUCCI!) You n***as followers, don't got they own brain (durr...) Tr-Trickin off but won't take care of they own kids (damn...) This Gucci Mane and people say I'm on d** (true) I tell them people "go get on your own dick" When you the boss nig-guh you make your own rules I'm the only n***a that don't need no cosigner And my suede shoes match my suede headliner And my closet filled with the top designers [Hook] I touch a lotta paper, I been havin this sh** I got a bookbag full of hundreds, I been stashin this sh** Private jet to Las Vegas, I've been gambling and sh** And I'm in love with ridin foreign (We ain't the average clique) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (ridin foreign, ridin foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign) And I'm in love with ridin foreign (Ride-ride foreign)