Foreign Shit Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro]
Special delivery! Squad!
Salute!
If you real then I salute you!
As I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil (Squad!)

[Verse 1]
Chilling in France, smoking AK-47
Run up on my whip, then it's AK-47
9-2 Westside, 7-8 the best side
West up or vest up, shooting from the neck up
Two french vanilla blunts and two french freaks
Big H belt, Hermes's ain't cheap
Industry nigga, bitch nigga, I'm from the streets
Raised from the gutta
Raised up selling crack, smoking weed and popping pills
Rob anything, bitch nigga, I gotta eat
Switch the subject, riding far, foreign Glock, foreign bitch
Getting foreign top on my foreign shit (Flocka!)
Nigga this the life, flew nine hours just to drink pure Cognac
I'm partying, popping mollys and drinking like a rockstar
Local-ass rappers, I'm a world star
V.I.P. club, that's a World Bar (Squad!)

[Hook]
That's the kinda music here you dance to (Squad!)
Animal Sounds party, bring your friends thru (Squad!)
Counting grams to (Squad!) Pop bottles to (Squad!)
Northside, Southside, Eastside, come thru (Squad!)