Foreign Kix Erick the Architect (Ft. Flatbush Zombies)

[Chorus: Erick the Architect]
Hit me up and we can chill
Kiss your mouth and smack your rear
Know I do it how you like
I don't miss when I'm in bad
Know I'm trippy, so it's insignificant to play a nigga like he wack
You know she wanna blow a bag
You know I'm good when off the pack
Hit me up and we can chill
Kiss your mouth and smack your rear
Know I do it how you like
I don't miss when I'm in bad
Know I'm trippy, so it's insignificant to play a nigga like he wack
You know she wanna blow a bag
You know I'm good when off the pack

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Hey
She my girl, I know I treat it bad
I don't know what she can see me as
To the world, I been a genius
At the sun-up, run-up, need the cash
Hit the pussy like a speedin' bag
If I get her, I don't need to brag
How I'm livin', I don't need forgivin', shit is different sense, I think I need your ass
She know I'm out here, tryna win, splittin' everything, let's get these dividends
Know I holler when the business end, but your main girl, she a chicken-head
She can argue with the best of 'em
Gucci dirty from the festival
Come on over, lemme hit it, but I gotta fit you inside a long schedule (Word!)