Lyrics Foreign Dreams Freestyle - Trey Bentley

I got broads in the H
All they do is sip drank
All my niggas ridin swangas
Drippin stains candy paint
Foreign dreams want a drop
Tryna take my niggas right off the block
40 smith and wes Gotta keep it cocked
Stone killers round me they'll get ya rocked
Lil niggas yea I'll get u popped
Biggie niggas yea I'll get u pac'd
Clean Checked the price for the foreign drop
Be Back tomorrow after the pack drop

Get it all day boys can't stop
Gold Michael kors that's wrist watch
Couple whores I never hit em soft
NASA nigga with the Lift off
First class wit the take off
King James in the playoffs
Fuck wit niggas keep talm bout
Can't take no losses gotta cut em out
I'm more than sure bout hustle nigga
Me u can never out hustle nigga
29 and seen a lot of figures
U would think I hit the lotto nigga
Want more in life than trigga finger
See them dollars yea I gotta get em
Don't play no games this ain't Nintendo
Real ones around me ain't no pretendas
It's Game time got them mamba niggas
Wit the last shot We guaranteed to win this
Underground champ in this rap business
Title comin to H and I gotta defend it

I done got pushed to edge
Askin god plz take this heart away
Cuz I give and I give
Soon as I act out emotions get the best of a nigga
They thinkin im sick

Had to be real wit myself and admit that I people pleased
I jus wanna be loved
But the true king in a nigga don't fuck wit too many
Y'all gotta go get the fuck

Y'all gotta go get the fuck

Ride around in that Bentley truck
I ain't ridin out in no Chevy
All my niggas stay gettin money
With that cash flow no levy

Gettin that green
GFG family u kno that's the team
Doin our thing we come from the streets but now it's luxury
All of us now stay cleaning the money Thru crypto currency
U kno big nigga got expensive taste but all y'all talk is cheap

Now I got ya bitch she rubbin me
I got ya bitch she lovin me
I got ya bitch she riding around cuz she in love wit foreign dreams

She love how a nigga be stackin bank
Stay caressing a king on his face
But I can't let that get in my way
Even tho I be needin that love errday
I grind for change
I Grind for loot
Be stackin them blue notes like a nigga suppose to do
If I got some time then me and lil baby gon hop in the coupe
We on the road she suckin and blowin that dick jus like a flute