Young B.A. - Foreign Car (feat. Fshi1)

Forgein car make me look like a star
Two twins can't tell em apart

Forgein car make me look like a star
Perky xan she in love wit the bars
No keys this here push to start
Two twins can't tell em apart
Paint her face like I'm doing some art
We was really trappin in that garge
Designer drugs got me geeked up
on mars
He tried to run off but he didn't reach the car

5 racks got em put on uh shirt
Trap jumpin like first
Baby draco wet em up
I make squirt
I ride the beat and I don't hit a bump
Took his soul he got hit with that pump
Don't try me nigga I'm the one
Baby suck it she gone dumb
Counting hunnids got me thumbin
Fuck her good got ha cummin
Don't do fronts
I need that bag
If the money right I go cop me jag
Creme soda imma fill it wit lean
Can't talk if it's not bout the green
Blue ben Jennie's they go buss out my jeans
Ain't got my money I like what you mean
Get to the top by any means
Can't trust these niggas they actin strange
Me and these niggas not built same
Box Chevy got the wood grain
Aretha Franklin when choppa sang
223's gone rip him apart
Chunks missin like he got bite by sharks
You was workin with the narcs
We was trappin on the block
Uncle wrist in the pot
He gone whip it till it lock

Forgein car make me look like a star
Perky xan she in love wit the bars
No keys this here push to start
Two twins can't tell em apart
Paint her face like I'm doing some art
We was really trappin in that garge
Designer drugs got me geeked up
On mars
He tried to run off but he didn't reach the car

Cuban link frecos and baguettes (baguettes)
I just wanna talk and she just want some sex (some sex)
Walk in the party yo bitch break her neck (neck)
She tryna give shi that Becky (that Becky)
My pockets on overload (overload)
Stacking them bands like some dominos (dominos)
KD in a wood got me comatose (comatose)
They locked up my money it hurt my soul (soul)
They plot on my drip so I keep a pole (pole)
Tryna mob with gang but we know you told (told)
Carrots on carrots
Love me some gold (gold)
Lit full of gas and I'm feeling slumped (slumped)
F1P hardest truth ever told (told)
Wrist on anemic pockets on swole (swole)
I started losing sleep when they locked up mark (mark)
They don't know your spirit or know your heart
I finish the race before it even start
Foreign Car with the truck in the front
Buck shots from the shottie with pump (pump)
Don't fool with the white only with the green (green)
Gave her the pickle ruptured her spleen (spleen)
Didn't leave a witness when we left the scene (scene)
Draco Draco make em run out his jeans (jeans)
Designer everything that's by any means (means)

Forgein car make me look like a star
Perky xan she in love wit the bars
No keys this here push to start
Two twins can't tell em apart
Paint her face like I'm doing some art
We was really trappin in that garge
Designer drugs got me geeked up
On mars
He tried to run off but he didn't reach the car

Written by:
Ke'Shawn Ballard

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