Showkey
Kway
Intro:

(Hahahahahaha) Penthouse! (ah weh yuh bloodclart)

Got a message for you bitch

In a foreign wit' the wat?

In a foreign wit' the wat?

In a foreign wit' the wat?

(Verse 1: Showkey)

In a foreign wit' a wesson

Out to teach man a lesson

Them boyz, there man salty

Better mind they don't get peppered

Don't really care what you reckon

I do not care for your bredrins

Pause,(Wait), let a lil' n***a die for a second

(Verse 2: Showkey)

Kinda came through the door t'you

And left wit' a stoney but he didn't leave wit' a rolly

Oh that's his wifey she kinda like me

But she's going home wit' my homie

That n***as my goldie, yh he's my broski

Trust me things will get smokey

Claim that he own me i don't know my man

But he must know showkey

(Yh)

(Verse 3: Showkey)

Money march in Giuseppe

An' i caught frostbite in bolensie
(Bolensie)

They say that I ball like Messi no, no no

My balls on your girl like spaghetti bro

Got a salt on your block, that's a shop for the dots

That's a shop for the rocks wit' a pop

An' your wife she a fop, i don't co - op

But she ain't talking no op

She ain't talking no slop then I don't give a fuck

She better come out of this op

My grip on the mop I don't talk to no cops

And i could never fuck wit' a op

(Verse 4 : Showkey)

She wants to fuck wit' a n***a that's 814, Im like say no more

(Say no more)

He thought he was bad so he ate that corn

Now he can't say no more

(Bow)

Them days it was No lay lay play play

But i ain't tryna' play no more

(Bow)

Your boyfriend can't dab like me, why do you rate him for?

Why do you rate him for, why do you rate him for yh

(AY,AY,AY,)