[Intro]

( Banger, banger, banger )

( Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one )

Yeah

( DJ on the beat so it’s a banger )

Uh

[Chorus]

Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"

I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating

I put VVs all in my bracelet

I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)

Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience

Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in

No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)

Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)

No, I don’t do none of thе dating

I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas

That SIG in my hand, if hе runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)

Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)

Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone)

[Verse 1]

Some of my niggas went federal (Federal)

Free all the kings, yeah, that's first on the schedule

Rapping got me on the pedestal

You can't come near me, you don't got a check or two

I fell in love with them bowls ’cause they mailable

Made me a Saudi off shipping ’em vegetables (Saudi)

This shit is medical

Police they come to the back of the vino, we fold, it's incredible

Doubled my salary, give me another deposit

We know that Eazzyy deserve it, I’m honest

Walk in the store, if I want it, I cop it

He was a rat in the picture, I cropped it (Rat)

Niggas they don't wanna go be into it 'cause they know that Eazzyy the smartest

Don't got to post on the ’Gram, I'm not giving know media, you better know you a target

[Chorus]

Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"

I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating

I put VVs all in my bracelet

I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)

Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience

Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in

No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)

Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)

No, I don't do none of the dating

I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas

That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)

Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)

Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gone)

[Verse 2]

Out in Miami gettin' top in the water

Who do you know going farther?

Smoking on gas in a charter

Boy, you a lame and know nothing so why would even bother?

We get money, huh? (Huh)

Ain't no runnin', nah

Chopper make him double-dutch

Thirties, we be talkin', huh?

Oh, that's your bitch? She fuckin', huh? (She fuckin', huh?)

Gang be runnin' her (We runnin' her)

We don't knuckle up

You tweakin', G4 switch, he might just fuck him up (He done)

We brought our sticks up inside of the party

He twistin' 'em up and it's luggage

Straight off the demon, be buggin'

If he wanna do it, we spinnin' around it so fuck it

[Chorus]

Foreigns, they come back to back like, "Eazzyy, how can you handle that?"

I made the best of my habitat and them bitch niggas still hating

I put VVs all in my bracelet

I got Benji all in my faces (Nigga)

Groupie bitches be fuckin' with me, they kinda testing my patience

Know we push the Scat or we Wraith'in

No, we do not ride nothing basic (At all)

Know that these bitches be foul and so flagrant (Flagrant)

No, I don't do none of the dating

I'd rather be posted right up with my niggas

That SIG in my hand, if he runnin', I'm chasing (Brra)

Run to the bag, gotta chase it (Gone)

Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it (Gotta face it)

[Outro]

Dummy

Run to the bag, gotta chase it

Or you gon' be broke, gotta face it

Go