Fivio Foreign Lyrics

Uh, on fire you know we on fire !

If ya name ain't Tory

Why the fuck Are you in my fucking Lane?

Niggas telling fables

But the stories never sound the same

And haters going to hate

It's like

That shit just lingers in the Brain

An I got no time to point fingers dog

I rather send a flame uh, uh

How can you judge me

When you sin the same?

How can you love me

If you still bring me pain?

If I don't give …

You throw me shame

Money the root of evil,

And damn …I got sinners name (rich)

How we a power couple baby

If we both feel estranged.

I could throw shots, baby

I could throw change

When this dope drop

The whole block on flame

Gotta flip it like Tetris boo

That's a whole gain

And when I take her to the jeweler

Say she wants a big chain

In the trap standing on the couches

Like I'm Rick James

So don't try my clique

You'll die and shit

Ima spit flames

After the hit, pull up to my bitch

And yeah we lui kang

I was in my foreign

Like I'm fivio

And my story won't change !

My, My bitch is a stallion

I can't take her to no party

Gotta bring the drake

And if I do

It might get naughty

Uh

Dancing with my tool

It's like I'm dancing with my Shortii

And if you touch a hair up on my

Bitch ...

This house you might get Slaughtered in ! (21)

She got a license to kill,

Not a license for arguing

She like catching thrills off the pills

So I bought her some

She don't want a house on the hill

Or a spouse tell her chill

She a soldier

She belong in the field

What's the deal

Can I keep it real

I might kill for that Pussy

Rip emmit till

She won't expose none of my flaws

Everything is locked, concealed

Like this 40 that I palm

Shortie solid as this Steele

How you feel?

Money blowing like the wind

I can't lose

If I win

I took that bruise to the chin

But it healed

And I'm still standing on ten

Don't need confusion again

Or I got shooters to send

Buddy Hield

Tell little buddy yield

Or shots run out

He'll turn runner

This ain't track and field

I'm just trying to stack the cheddar Trying to get A Mil (meal)

On the road to riches,

And I hope that

Jesus take the wheel

I could throw shots, baby

Or I could throw change

When this dope drop

The whole block on flame

Gotta flip it like Tetris boo

That's a whole gain

And when I take her to the jeweler

Say she wants a big chain

In the trap standing on the couches

Like I'm Rick James

So don't try my clique

You'll die and shit

Ima spit flames

After the hit, pull up to my bitch

And yeah

We lui kang

I was in my foreign

Like I'm fivio

And my story won't change!

How you feel?

Money blowing like the wind

I can't lose if I win

I took that bruise to the chin

But it healed

And I'm still standing on ten

Don't need confusion again

Or I got shooters to send

Buddy Hield

Haha

I could throw shots, baby

Or I could throw change

When this dope drop

The whole block on flame

Gotta flip it like Tetris boo

That's a whole gain

And when I take her to the jeweler

Say she wants a big chain

In the trap standing on the couches

Like I'm Rick James

So don't try my clique

You'll die and shit

Ima spit flames

After the hit, pull up to my bitch

And yeah we lui kang

I was in my foreign

Like I'm fivio

And my story won't change!