FOREIGN NOTTA FORD lyrics

[Intro: Rx Papi]
Real Rx
Real Rx
b*tch call my phone, I don't got time for it, yeah
b*tch call my phone, I don't got time for it
(Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, Jaimoe)

[Chorus: Rx Papi & 10KDunkin]
b*tch be callin' my phone, I don't got time for it
Dope boy Jabos these ain't no Tom Fords
This a foreign, this is not a Ford
I'm high as f*ck, its hard to record
Wet b*tch on me [?] Jersey Shore
Crack a pint, lil' Papi score
We state to state, they think we on tour
The stick with the Glock, I'll take either or
Bad b*tch look like Rita Ora
She like "Papi, what you speedin' for?"
Wide body 'Cat, I leave a forеign
Doors locked, call me in the mornin'
Damn, I hеard them n*ggas snorin'
How the hell you sleepin' on us?

[Verse: Rx Papi & 10KDunkin]
I put it in sport that b*tch start goin'
The drum on the Glock now it won't stop blowin'
I don't never measure the pint, just pour it
Callin' me back to back, its annoyin'
Not all fun, the perc', can't avoid it
Clutchin' my stick, got paranoia
My sweatpants Paranoia
Back to back foreigns, we movin' forward
I need them racks first before movin' forward
Shoot that Glock, it's easy like a floater
I'm on beans, b*tch, know I'm rollin'
I'm 82Trey b*tch, I'm not Rolling
I'm with 10K b*tch, got 10K on me
Hit the gas in the 'Cat, I'ma put it in motion
We walk in that b*tch, cause all a commotion
Make 'em disappear, Hocus Pocus
The racks gon' come when you stay focused
Got a b*tch, pull up in a Ford Focus
Grabbin' my Glock, she invite me over
No time to make love, I'm bendin' her over
I gotta go, the money callin'
Dope so good, got junkies crawlin'
[?]
I'm Real Rx, I beg your pardon
I'm SOS, don't get me started
Show up late to every party
With them shooters, they ain't [?]
[?] tryna rob everybody
Geeked, f*cked up, I be outta my body
Bitty lil b*tch back in on a Oxy
They say "Papi, you way too toxic"
Backwood filled with deadly toxins (Real Rx)
I know they heard 'cause they all be watchin'
I'm Real Rx, not a carbon copy
Drop the top on the car, tryna get her to top me
[?] with me
b*tch, I keep that Glock with me
All 'bout them 20s, 100s and 50s
I'm all the way in, can't be fifty-fifty
I hop in the coupe and count up, I get it
I step on the gas, you know I'ma hit it
[Chorus: Rx Papi & 10KDunkin]
b*tch be callin' my phone, I don't got time for it
Dope boy Jabos these ain't no Tom Fords
This a foreign, this is not a Ford
I'm high as f*ck, its hard to record
Wet b*tch on me [?] Jersey Shore
Crack a pint, lil' Papi score
We state to state, they think we on tour
The stick with the Glock, I'll take either or
Bad b*tch look like Rita Ora
She like "Papi, what you speedin' for?"
Wide body 'Cat, I leave a foreign
Doors locked, call me in the mornin'
Damn, I heard them n*ggas snorin'
How the hell you sleepin' on us?