[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Have you ever hopped out a foreign?

We here, don't run no more

And I used to fuck with a vibe

It cut off 'cause she tell lies

Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (Yeah)

Bro on them boards

I buy things that I couldn't afford

Spill my pain, press record

Catch an opp, up the score

Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours

We gon' spin out that spin out that Honda Accord

I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled

When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor

I just bought me a clip, it hold thirthy or more

I just turned on the switch, turn it back

Could spin on they block, turn to Caspеr

[Verse 1: Rot Ken]

I've been looking for opps all day, woah-woah

Tried to leavе my side baby, stay, no-no

Got a switch on that Glock, I forgot to turn it off

So every time I shoot, you hear bop-bop-baow

Told her give me that top, no drawers

Said she fuck too much, no walls

Tried to run from the shots (Bratt-bratt), he gone

Got a bae in New York, said she home alone

I fly up in the sky like a seagull

Keep two clips on me just like a sequel

I plug in and go straight to the 'Migo

Get him back, for the low, they go cheap you

He won't come out, then shoot through the peephole

You can tell he don't care bout these people, you can tell

Get me some lean, put it up in Ginger Ale

I want that pussy that don't come with a smell

I want that foreign don't come with the brain, so it might give me some time for the thinking

Love you so much, but can't give no wedding ring

I'm in the league with them shooters like Luol Deng

I'm gon' get up in that pussy and go crazy

Lately, I've been thinking, should we have a baby?

Told me you proud of me, seen before I made it

I took your love seriously, ho, you fugazi

[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Have you ever hopped out a foreign? (Skrrt)

We here, don't run no more

And I used to fuck with a vibe

It cut off 'cause she tell lies

Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (.4, yeah)

Bro on them boards

I buy things that I couldn't afford

Spill my pain, press record

Catch an opp, up the score

Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours

We gon' spin out that- spin out that Honda Accord

I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled

When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor

I just bought me a clip, it hold thirty or more

I just turned on the switch, turn it back

Could spin on they block, turn to Casper

[Verse 2: Yung Sinn]

I've been looking for opps like, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah

Nah, he couldn't take that spotlight

We gon'—, uh, we gon' f—, uh

We gon' fuck him up and make him get right, yeah, uh-uh-uh

I say chill, lil' brother, just sit tight, shh

I say chill, somebody might die, don't waste my time

I can see right through the lies, nah, I ain't blind

We gon' wipe his nose and take his shine, yeah, introduce him to slime

And when twin left my side, I tried so hard not to cry

They call me Sinn The Don, nigga

He checked out early, he couldn't be a father figure

Glock with the switch hit him

Yeah, you would think my gun got three triggers

We can't hide or we all killers

Lay him down, with no pillow

You don't know who realer

It's still guns in that dirty river

[Chorus: Rot Ken]

Have you ever hopped out a foreign? (Skrrt)

We here, don't run no more

And I used to fuck with a vibe

It cut off 'cause she tell lies

Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (Yeah)

Bro on them boards

I buy things that I couldn't afford

Spill my pain, press record

Catch an opp, up the score

Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours

We gon' spin out that- spin out that Honda Accord

I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled

When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor

I just bought me a clip, it hold thirty or more

I just turned on the switch, turn it back

Could spin on they block, turn to Casper