Forget That

Up with the pistol I tote I'm gonna make it explode I ain't really fuck with my foes So an opp finna drop if I'm touching my toes Imma reach for my hip; Let it go, Let it go I keep up with the stick, one more step you get folded Interrupt you get hit, You get slept, you get told I woke up in the morning, no set backs, I'm going Pickin' up my back pack Oops forgot the bullets to the mag in the front pocket It's a Big Mac With some cheese, flashing bullets gonna make a nigga seize Seein' red flags When I send a text, look down and I got a text back I ain't talkin' wetbacks, but lil baby went back Cryin' on my shoulder and if I give you some head, best believe I'm getting head back I'm in this bitch! I'm in this bitch and you need to take a step back I'm gettin' closer, loose laces, he fell back Better shut your trap fore I smoke you cigarette pack When his baby mamma fucked me, babygirl I felt that That was way before we hit that plane and got some jet lag Really not the type of person you wanna be yellin' at I don't be playing these games Forget that!! What you lookin' at? I don't really fuck with getting framed (Frame-Framed) Yeah I keep it loaded They been tryna switch up But it don't ever matter cause they know I got the aim That's why I put your lady on her knees, she gotta pray Whippin' out the 4k, Record then replay Posting that on your page We gon' do this your way Cause if we do it my way, you got see the heaven gates Just finished one, feel like I'm locked in a cage Feeling so angry and I got some rage I'm running up to the top ain't no escape I be out there, I be making It rain You be flagent, have to restore your faith You finna play this how you gon' reach your fate I put that on god, I put it on tape I won't put it on my ma, but ill shoot you in the face And I'm finna mold your brain like some motherfucking clay And for Jesus Christ sake baby don't forget my name Imma put in on the map, It'll never go away Well would you look at the time, think It's time to pull up And welcome to the club your late I been thinkin' baby we can go to your place Hold up see an opp Imma shoot him in the face!! I'm in this Bitch! Pourin' the purple I sip! Fuckin' her without the girdle I feel like Steve Urkel Controlling time Universal In my way I'm finna hurdle Ain't nobody finna get in my way Shot like 4k right up in his face You better back down, I'm in first place Winning my gang, like a track race I'm in this bitch! I'm in this bitch and you need to take a step back I'm gettin' closer, loose laces, he fell back Better shut your trap fore I smoke you cigarette pack When his baby mamma fucked me, babygirl I felt that That was way before we hit that plane and got some jet lag Really not the type of person you wanna be yellin' at I don't be playing these games Forget that!!