Forget Me Songtext
von FattMack

(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 been 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
KC gon′ pull up with Drac′ an' go get ′em
That lil' ho′ bad but I fuck with a rubber
Every young nigga get paper, they hit her
He put on shoes with his Drac', but he missing
He caught some shots to the face and got killed
They didn′t believe in me, and then they went with me
And I just dropped 40 caps and grew up

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
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, it′s down on this run
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 been 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 casings, I don't need choppas
Won't take one step out my house without my Glocks
Nigga, on my soul, I ain′t myself without my walkin′
Folks won't never catch this car, so we ain′t never worried 'bout coppin′
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 it on butt, and he ride with a switch
If he spot him, I′ll out and he fryin′ him
I got rich, now they hating, they envy
I 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 been rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me
If I fuck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me