[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 (Brat-brat), 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, n***a
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