Don’t Forget

Guess they forgot I was getting' them figures

Said you forgot how I was, now I'm all in your face

Better get out the way, lil' ****

How many times do, I gotta keep telling' you ****

That having' them guns ain't gone' make you a killer

Do you wanna fight? Right, rather go pull out a pistol

You pussy, it's simple

Why the fuck these **** still feel

The need to keep flexing to bitches

That car was a rental, if I was a killer

I wouldn't start shooting' too quick

I would aim straight for the window

**** be sweet in that gang, get this shit through your brain

It's about time you start changing your mental

**** like, you ain't rich yet? cause I'm putting'

Up checks, I ain't flexing my bag confidential

I'ma go up in this bitch, just watch me but you can

Sleeping' on me, bro, you got it

Sooner or later you gone' have to stop it

Cause I'ma be lit as a bitch when I'm popping'

You spend time with the hoe laughing' and shopping'

While I'm spending' time in here locked in and dropping'

Even the labels been at my door knocking

I'm not gone keep working? it's time to go clock in'

Like, why even play with me, ****?

You got a gun, my gun a little bigger

If you try to take all my cake, no, I won't hesitate, on my mama

I'm pullin' that trigger, I can't even lie

Don't like promoting the violence, but it's

Hard when you trying' to come gentle

Positive, simple, big dog boy, you ain't never gone' play me

As if i'm too little, Okay?

Guess they forgot I was getting' them figures

Said you forgot how I was, now I'm all in your face

Better get out the way, lil' ****

How many times do, I gotta keep telling' you ****

That having' them guns ain't gone' make you a killer

Do you wanna fight? Right, rather go pull out a pistol

You pussy, it's simple

Why the fuck these **** still feel

The need to keep flexing to bitches?

That car was a rental, if I was a killer

I wouldn't start shooting' too quick

I would aim straight for the window

**** be sweet in that gang, get this shit through your brain

It's about time you start changing your mental

**** like, you ain't rich yet? cause I'm putting'

Up checks, I ain't flexing my bag confidential

Man I done walked in this bitch, and

Got mad at lil bro so I stomped on his mother-fucking neck

**** ain't talking about nobody else

I done walked this bitch

Had to earn my respect

Ayy lil bruh, I'm a rapper

So after I finish my show

Better make sure you cut me a check

And you better stop fucking talking

Whenever I'm talking

This shit turn to rush or roulette

Tell bruh them to listen

Bitch, I'm a baller

I'll stay on my pivot

You don't know smoke

Better stay in the distance

Having that chicken

Better come strapped for whoever you're picking

This rapper shit chose me

I ain't had to pick it

So many hits

You can bet I ain't missing

**** talking about you will hit shit up

But you ain't hit shit up unless you done it, bitch

Guess they forgot I was getting' them figures

Said you forgot how I was, now I'm all in your face

Better get out the way, lil' ****

How many times do, I gotta keep telling' you ****

That having' them guns ain't gone' make you a killer

Do you wanna fight? Right, rather go pull out a pistol

You pussy, it's simple

Why the fuck these **** still feel

The need to keep flexing to bitches?

That car was a rental, if I was a killer

I wouldn't start shooting' too quick

I would aim straight for the window

**** be sweet in that gang, get this shit through your brain

It's about time you start changing your mental

**** like, you ain't rich yet? cause I'm putting'

Up checks, I ain't flexing my bag confidential

Let's go