Squad Foreign - Style lyrics

Style Lyrics Im Putting It On Ya Block... (echo) Putting It On Ya Block...(echo) Im putting it on ya block Got young's that'll shoot first Gotta pistol make ya mood hurt (woot) Them shots coming from the uber (baka) Im putting it on ya block (woot) They acting like they know me But mostly they owe me Dont make me go to the old me Style, rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style Rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style Foreign life and they know that 20 grams can u roll that? (huh) If u ain't with us then u won't get it So how the hell would u know that (how) GTA, thats how I ride, (uh) gucci belt stay shining bright (woot) Sushi plate with a side rice and im eating good no appetite (yup) Take my advice, can't trust these haters not on my level (nah) They sinking deep, below my feet, im closing caksets No shovels (baka) I hit the bud, then hit the club and dont show love to these devils (nah) She wanna check, but not verified, her twitter talking so stressful (huh) Im putting it on ya block Got young's that'll shoot first Gotta pistol make ya mood hurt (woot) Them shots coming from the uber (baka) Im putting it on ya block (woot) They acting like they know me But mostly they owe me Dont make me go to the old me Style, rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style Rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style Live High, cloud 9 my address, mailbox full of checks (woot) Hit the club, popp bottles with ya main hold up you know whats next (hey) Rolling up the kush and its strong, hold up i gotta flex When im my zone, can't read a text cuz all my messages from the ex (hoot) Slanging these Os and im catching a body while styling profiling just like im ric flair u f** with the crew we might up the coupe and hope out in a group now u pulling ya hair (huh) Player of the year now im rappin like a young thuggah i be spittin ( bllurr) Posing for the photo make these haters freeze up when that sh** get to hittin (blaka) Im putting it on ya block Got young's that'll shoot first Gotta pistol make ya mood hurt (woot) Them shots coming from the uber (baka) Im putting it on ya block (woot) They acting like they know me But mostly they owe me Dont make me go to the old me Style, rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style Rolling in the foreign thats my life... style When they see me in the foreign girls go... wow Rolling in the foreign thats my life If they talking bout me they gonna talk about my style...style