Foreigns lyrics

[Intro]
(TopKid Monopoly)
Ayy, go, b*tch

[Chorus]
Ayy, we get it goin' (Goin'), he catchin' bullets, Terrell Owens
Jace on the beat, this bih' spicy like onion, the goat, b*tch, I'm already knowin' (b*tch)
I don't gotta see you clutchin', I get a lil' nervous, I'm already blowin' (Ayy, b*tch)
That pus*y she already showin' it (b*tch)
I'm the TopKid, b*tch, top of the morning (Ayy)
I know n*ggas that hop out a rental or stolo, but quick to hop out of the foreign
Top kid be in demand, okay, I'm tourin'
Some of you n*ggas switch, okay, I'm torn
I got some drip, that I ain't even worn
I got some drip, that you can't even afford
I'm the TopKid Monopoly, need me, I'm for it
Finna sl*t that b*tch out, so we shoot a lil' porn (Ayy)

[Verse]
Got bored of the Murda, I done flew to New York
Get off the Xan's, then I feel reborn (Ayy)
We ain't showing remorse for no n*gga, this real Murda Worth sh*t, we hop out on any day
Bank take lil' bank, b*tch, I got plenty cake
I might pull off with ya ho, make her eat up the di*k like a dinner date
I gave her di*k, she got thicker ain't it?
I done went up for the picture I painted
.308 choppa bullets, leave 'em fainted
He ain't have a brain when they found him, he nameless
Thick ho look bad and bougie, white ho left off, shameless (b*tch, go)
Don't make me clap that Toolie, bro cook white like Sheamus (Grr, grr)
[Chorus]
Ayy, we get it goin' (Goin'), he catchin' bullets, Terrell Owens
Jace on the beat, this bih' spicy like onion, the goat, b*tch, I'm already knowin' (b*tch)
I don't gotta see you clutchin', I get a lil' nervous, I'm already blowin' (Ayy, b*tch)
That pus*y she already showin' it (b*tch)
I'm the TopKid, b*tch, top of the morning (Ayy)
I know n*ggas that hop out a rental or stolo, but quick to hop out of the foreign
Top kid be in demand, okay, I'm tourin'
Some of you n*ggas switch, okay, I'm torn
I got some drip, that I ain't even worn
I got some drip, that you can't even afford
I'm the TopKid Monopoly, need me, I'm for it
Finna sl*t that b*tch out, so we shoot a lil' porn (Ayy)

[Outro]
Flew the New York (b*tch)
Feel reborn (Ayy)
Remorse for no n*gga, this real Murda Worth sh*t, bitc— on any day
I got plenty cake
The di*k like a dinner date
Thicker, ain't it?
Up from the picture I painted, b*tch