Letra de Forget Me - FattMack

(Feat. MGM Lett)

(Tahj Money)

Don't do that

Yeah

I'm a boss up out my section, I been running shit

Nigga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and shit

I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me

If I fuck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me

Yeah, I roll up the dope, and I smoke like a chimney

The shit that I sip, it done fuck up my kidney

If I want him dead, I′ll pay you to get him

Run up my bag, now they hate on a nigga

Wherever I go, know I'm taking my pistol

Fuck that, I dip, I won't lay on the pillow

I fuck that bitch one night and he love her

I nutted out on her face, he kissed her

That made me mad and the nigga in trouble

Casey gon' pull up with Drac' and go get 'em

That lil' ho bad but I fuck with a rubber

Every young nigga get paper, they hit her

He pull up shooting a Drac', but he missing

He caught some shots to the face and got killed

They didn't believe in me, and then they wasn’t with me

And I just dropped 40K on a grill

Had to do that shit again, these niggas must've thought that I lost it

I been picking up backends and I turned all my friends to bosses

Before you play them crosses, make sure your people can pay for coffins

Six thousand for that swag, you be so fresh they say that often

Ran that shit up, so I'm thanking the plug

Lean in my cup, I be drinking my drugs

Went to the A and I spent like a doge

Just left out of magic, I think I'm in love

Know the show on the way, so I'm seeking a ten

These bitches gang, so I'm freaking her friend

Nigga playing, get hit in his dome

On this run that I'm on, I swear that it's never gon' end

I'm a boss up out my section, I been running shit

Nigga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and shit

I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me

If I fuck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me

Nigga, I wish death upon all my opps

We got shell catches on these chops

Won't take one step out my house without my Glock

Nigga, on my soul, I ain't myself without my Wock'

Them folks won't never catch this car, so we ain't never worried 'bout cops

Ride with 150-some shots, nigga, we ain't never worried 'bout opps

Twin shoot a Drac' and start spitting fire

Yeah, I'm original, one of a kind

Come and play with this shit and you die

Bro excited, he just caught a body

When you run that shit up, nigga, pop it

I was broke as a bitch tryna run up a ten, now my bankroll thick as a Bible

Bro just got a new button, and he ride with a switch

If he spot him a opp then he fryin' him

I got rich, now they hating, they envy

It ain't on me, it's in me, I kill it with kindness

You gon' die, you keep riding with that semi

We keep us a fully and two or three shots

Turn a hundred racks into a penny

Whatever I'm spending, I'm over these shots

I'm a boss up out my section, I been running shit

Nigga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and shit

I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me

If I fuck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me

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