Foreign Young M.A

[Intro]
Ayy man, ayy we be fucking up them foreigns man
Fucking up the highway
Fucking up the E-way
Fucking up the streets
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Fuckin' up a foreign
Police pull me over with a ticket and a warning (Damn)
I still ain't pay that bih, damn I prolly got a warrant
Haters tryna blow my vibes, gotta ignore 'em
Uh, I eat her then I leave her
Put on my Louis hoodie then my Louis sneakers (Swag, swag)
I don't ever cuff a thottie or a skeezer (No I don't)
Don't know how to love, I just know how to please her (Hello)
Baby, come and put your toppings on my pizz-er (Hello)
I don't catch no feelings, I'ma bob-and-weave her
Valet the foreign, I don't pay no meters (Skrrt, skrrt)
My bank account look like the numbers on the beeper (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' up a AMEX, this is not a VIS-er (No it ain't)
Ooh, she's a leaker (Ooh)
Uh, so I iced her out, now she's a walkin' freezer, uh
I'm the don dada and my bitch a div-er
No I do not trick, but I know how to treat her (Hello, hello)