Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] When it come to that bag, I gotta have it Slidin' down Adams in a foreign whip saggin' I'm a hall-of-fame shit talker, not a rapper If she playin' with my paper, I might slap her [Verse 1: Duffy] Fakin' like it's static, it got bad, I had to whack him AMG, I put this bitch in Sport-Plus and get to smashin' .223s, these is for your team captain Let Shanaynay say what's happenin', it got ghost like Casper [Chorus: Duffy & 28Shots] I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer For the bag, I get active, in the field with the jackers I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim reaper, soul snatcher Mud walkin', ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (Ayy) I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer Shit (Real, finish off, nigga) I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim rеaper, soul snatcher Nigga, shit, look [Verse 2: 28Shots] I done crashеd so many whips on Adams, turned me to a addict Don't do the pills, but off the lean, I get dramatic Too many shots up in the car, that's on my mama, I be done had it Don't drop dimes, but ten shots can cure the static Niggas thought they had a nigga, I started totin' automatics Try me like a rapper and best believe shit get tragic Bitches thinkin' that they slime until I show 'em how I'm snakin' shit You'll never catch me in the field with no basic bitch Can't believe the DA that I'm fightin' is a racist bitch Told dog, "You can't play with us and I'm taping shit" Well-known, that's a lil' nigga that be takin' kits Thought it was a game until I pull up, get to spankin' shit [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] Shit, I'm in the stu', eatin' steak and shrimp My shooter seven-six, nigga, be careful who you playin' with (Shit) It's the mob, I'm always with a couple janky niggas I'll put the slap on a nigga for even speakin' to me Drag race the Benz, I almost blamped into a wall I'm not the one, I don't know what niggas thought Two gun cases, I love to live my life above the law He in the house pissed off, his jewels don't shine as bright as ours Rami stones, they astonishing, don't tolerate no bottom feeders Mudwalkin', I'm in Hell's Kitchen, Balenci' apron on After he tear that watch off, grab his iPhone Off The Mussle K, shit, that must've been a typo The way we just did a faggot nigga, it was despicable I ain't never seen you with no M's, your life is miserable Old-ass nigga, caught him slippin' off the gin and juice Should've kept my name out your mouth, now I gotta do it to you, ugh [Chorus: Duffy] I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer For the bag, I get active, in the field with the jackers I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim reaper, soul snatcher Mud walkin', ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (Ayy) I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer Shit, huh