Forever On That
(Lil Sam)
They be like, "Dougie keep rappin', you done all the clappin', get money, you got to be patient"
I be like, "Fuck all the chattin', you know we not acting, give a fuck 'bout a deal, I'm on gang shit"
The way the shawty, she shake it, she quick and off henny and drinkin' ain't no time to be wasted
Pretty boy, swaggy ooter, could never be basic
Money my time, yeah, I chase it
(And If I don't got it, I need it, I get it, I take it, A.K.A. sleezy, I'm sanctioned)
And If I don't got it, I need it, I get it, I take it, A.K.A. sleezy, I'm sanctioned
Ain't no fuckin' with me with the tweak, nah
Fuckin' with me you get tweaky to geek (never)
I spinned his shit, it's a callin' to me
So slide with the beat, like a quarter to me
And I stay with nina, she ready to
Look move, all you gon' hear is the "Shh"
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us (you bum)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' with us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
(Y'all niggas not fuck with the kid)
(Oh, this another thing, y'all bitches be losin' me)
Oh, she jackin' the opps?
So, I see her, I beat her like pops
'Cause y'all bitches is losin' the kid
Big cup, sip water like triss
Big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like crip
And these niggas be comedy
We catch 'em, we lay 'em, bang it (blood)
Stomp a nigga dazin', he anxious
Brodie, he got it, I pay him
Dougie and Dougz, that's two different faces
She saw love, when I see the fake shit
Once ain't no tellin' bitch, I'ma face it
Ten toes, EBK like melly
DOA, 300, bitch, ain't no changin'
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
(DOA, ain't no fuckin' with us)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
They be like, "Dougie keep rappin', you done all the clappin', get money, you got to be patient"
I be like, "Fuck all the chattin', you know we not acting, give a fuck 'bout a deal, I'm on gang shit"
The way the shawty, she shake it, she quick and off henny and drinkin' ain't no time to be wasted
Pretty boy, swaggy ooter, could never be basic
Money my time, yeah, I chase it
(And If I don't got it, I need it, I get it, I take it, A.K.A. sleezy, I'm sanctioned)
And If I don't got it, I need it, I get it, I take it, A.K.A. sleezy, I'm sanctioned
Ain't no fuckin' with me with the tweak, nah
Fuckin' with me you get tweaky to geek (never)
I spinned his shit, it's a callin' to me
So slide with the beat, like a quarter to me
And I stay with nina, she ready to
Look move, all you gon' hear is the "Shh"
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us (you bum)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' with us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
(Y'all niggas not fuck with the kid)
(Oh, this another thing, y'all bitches be losin' me)
Oh, she jackin' the opps?
So, I see her, I beat her like pops
'Cause y'all bitches is losin' the kid
Big cup, sip water like triss
Big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like crip
And these niggas be comedy
We catch 'em, we lay 'em, bang it (blood)
Stomp a nigga dazin', he anxious
Brodie, he got it, I pay him
Dougie and Dougz, that's two different faces
She saw love, when I see the fake shit
Once ain't no tellin' bitch, I'ma face it
Ten toes, EBK like melly
DOA, 300, bitch, ain't no changin'
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (enough)
(DOA, ain't no fuckin' with us)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
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Writer(s): Samuel Krapah, Mieko Rima, Jun Suzuki:, Arion Howard Lee
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