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[**Chorus: Tim Neat**] I'm driving this foreign now hope I don't fuck it up Got a bad lil' bitch, she be eatin' this dick and lean' in my double cup I'm fuckin' a bitch she won't get enough Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' eat it up Run up that bag till there's paper cuts Runnin' the bag till I had enough [**Verse 1: Tim Neat**] I'm on the back block, bustin' Kinda boy steppin', turnin' them into Russian's Bet he won't make it far with his glizzy, it hit on his face and his brain started gushin' Fuck up the place, I might fuck up the function That's a new dead body, that's a new pack tumpin' All this ice up on my neck and wrist [?] Up it and dump it, why is you runnin'? Why is you duckin'? When the switch hit out the back side of buses I put it on Bron, I ain't goin' for none Got hit with the 50, the 100 the drum Fuck up his block, he know I go mod Sendin' these shots, sendin' them to God Stuck in the trap all day, all night, but I might hit a egg, I might bust a fraud [**Chorus: Tim Neat**] I'm driving this foreign now hope I don't fuck it up Got a bad lil' bitch, she be eatin' this dick and lean' in my double cup I'm fuckin' a bitch she won't get enough Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' eat it up Run up that bag till there's paper cuts Runnin' the bag till I had enough [**Verse 2: WhyG**] He got a headshot, dups him Flip to his top, uh, bunted He need a hat that they wear construction He tryna act like there ain't no repercussion Compact, glizzy, uh, tuck it All white, breezy, uh, boss it I fuck a bad bitch, could have her cussin' I up it in the mall quick like I'm Cousins Smoke that dope right in front of me, I don't trust it I just ripped a white bitch, she blushin' 24/7 all year, I'm hustlin' I'm driving this foreign I hope I don't crash Peddle to the floor, I'm doin' the dash I feel like my switchy, I'm movin' too fast I Grtt Grtt, seen them collapse Call it [?] [**Chorus: Tim Neat**] I'm driving this foreign now hope I don't fuck it up Got a bad lil' bitch, she be eatin' this dick and lean' in my double cup I'm fuckin' a bitch she won't get enough Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' eat it up Run up that bag till there's paper cuts Runnin' the bag till I had enough [**Verse 3: Southside Upti**] We send yo ass to yo maker All of my steppers some takers I ain't gotta cash it back, one in the head when I wake up No tap, point his ass with the laser I'ma slide by this shit till my day comes I hate a nigga that play gangster then go give a statement, yeah yeah [**Chorus: Tim Neat**] I'm driving this foreign now hope I don't fuck it up Got a bad lil' bitch, she be eatin' this dick and lean' in my double cup I'm fuckin' a bitch she won't get enough Got a bad lil' bitch, she gon' eat it up Run up that bag till there's paper cuts Runnin' the bag till I had enough