Foreign Flow, Pt. 2

For a show I need twenty or better And it's Christian Dior for the sweater Fifteen, prolly write her a letter In my mind I believe ima get her Shorty know I be stepping in Dior Why your bitch call my phone, finna ignore When I step in the stu it get hardcore I be jumping threw beats like it's park core I go over the top royal rumble he ah bitch he gone fall Watch him stumble ima slide on all ten I don't fumble I don't really got time for the fuck shit But these bitch know nun but slut shit Got your bitch getting wet like a puddle She gone fuck off the rip ain't no cuddle And I shoot like AD from the bubble If he slip and he slide he get flooded I don't know why you changed all a sudden Switching on you that's impossible When we both locked in we unstoppable I grew up in the hood wasn't optional I'm in tune so it's fuck your emotions I don't even wanna cause no commotion I just know shit that I can't speak on Johnny storm in this bitch turn my heat on And this forty gonna sound like a stampede And this clip built long like a centipede On bro what you on Mac eleven got heat like the sun When I slide better duck, send shots hope you run out of luck And your bitch shaking ass at the function, hell no this is not an assumption And if he gone hide ima seek him All them diamond I know u be leasing I remember them times in the precinct Now my watches be changing like season In my bag and you know ima hustle If you really want smoke ain't no scuffle Cause these bullets gone crunch up his ruffles Feel like D D G well off nigga I cannot hang you a send off Better talk to me nice I get pissed off Nigga I cannot shop that's a rip off These bullets is hot and they ripping his face off You in the dust ima take off look You talking hot and you getting a face lift, send that boy up like a space ship Aye they tell me to stop but I just keep going These bullets be ripping like velcro huh You can get shot if you keep talking shit Put you on tv like elmo She asking to stay I said hell no Better go call a lyft from your cell phone Like, talking that hot shit all on the gram only fifteen with a mic in my hand You on my dick talking shit you a fan I'm working so you know I ain't stopping How you gone talk all that shit when you flopping Patience Niggas know I'm a get that Dividends niggas know ima make that Walk in the room bet she shake that She gone shake that look He don't know what I mean tell him astalawego He moving hot he get left with a halo Foe nem ass lacking we caught him in four k And if you talk hot I send shot's to your door way