Cop Me a Foreign - Gunna, Young Thug

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah)

Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims

Panama white, put the goat on my lip

Riding on Melrose, I’m in a spaceship

Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I’m only running with real

I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run up a check, give a fuck how you feel

I just might teach you a lesson

I cannot fuck with no peasant

I only rock VVS’s

VVS’s in my necklace

VVS’s got me reckless

It’s Gunna-Gunna, bitch you guessed it

I might say some shit impressive

I might do some shit, impress you

Throw it up and let you catch it

Hold me down and I’ma bless you

I’ma buy you some Loubs, I’ma buy you Giuseppe

That money keep coming, they send it directly

She suck on that dick and she give me that becky

I give her ten thousand and I don’t regret it

Thank God that I made it, I used to be poor

You lil' niggas fell off, Young Gunna still on

Remember I used to rock Polo, Ralph Lauren

Now I pull off the lot in a new foreign

Say fuck all you niggas, I know you ain’t with me

This AMG 63, I gotta get it

24 inches, I want my shit lifted

Ferraris and Lambs and Rolls Royce and Bentleys

European wheels all through the city

Cashed out, got my title and got my shit tinted

Windows so dark man you can’t even see in it

Riding with the pitch like my shit is not rented

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah)

Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims

Panama white, put the gold on my lips

Riding on Melrose, I’m in a spaceship

Rolex on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I’m only running with real

I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run up that check, give a fuck how you feel (Jeffery)

I’m in here ridin' with the carbon, ayy

Hop in and out of the foreign

Most of these boys, they corny

They don’t got no bread, they runnin' around and they borin'

We don’t make love with these bitches

Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches (Ya dig?)

Fuck one, both my palms itchin' (Whoa)

Let’s have a toast and fuck your kidneys (Toast)

Fuck 5−0, I know they listenin' (Fuck 'em)

They listenin' to everything, yeah (Yeah)

Better watch what you say to these bitches (Why?)

'Cause in court they gonna put it on air, yeah

I just want a band, I just need a band

I miss Ben Franklin, I just want him back

I cheated on him with Grants and Jacksons, why the fuck I do that?

But I promise I ain’t gon' do it no more, oh no-no-no-no, hey!

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop- cop me, cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(I wanna cop me, go cop me a foreign)

I wanna cop me a foreign

(Cop it, cop it, yeah, yeah)

Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims

Paint 'em all white, put the gold on the lips

Riding on Melrose, I’m in a spaceship

Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I’m only running with real

I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run that shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Give a fuck how you feel

All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel

Fuck around and play, get your bitch on a pill

Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled

Fuck around and play, get your ho lil' top peeled

Fuck around and play, I’ma pop me a pill

We just go crazy, we don’t pop the pills

We can go brazy when I pop the pills

We gon' go brazy when I cop the pills

We gon' put cake, put the guap on your bitch

We gon' put cake on these bitches for real

Play with the bitch and we saving they kids

Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels

Chanel bags by the low

Hold up bitch playing, I got big ring bloods on the low

Shh, stand low, I got big bloody bloods on the low

Yeah-yeah I’m on the west coast hanging with locs

Ya dig nigga?

Don’t fix this bitch

Let 'em dig this bitch

Let 'em whip the wrist

Out the pot, got the bowl

Get a knot, buy a Rollie

Buy Pateks, put some ice around your neck

Pussy on your

Put it on your point and click

Put it on your private property

Put it on your big bank

Inside the pool I’m top

Belly busting

Fuck nigga bust

Bad back, YSL, we don’t trust you

Fuck round we gon' bust you

Fuck round we gon' bust you

We on Gresham with Guwop, fuck round we gon' bust you

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

I wanna cop me a foreign

Chop off the top, Forgiato my wrist

Panama white, put the goat on my lip

Riding on Melrose, I’m in a spaceship

Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel

I’m only running with real

I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal

Mansion in Beverly Hills

I run that shit up, give a fuck how you feel