FORGE: Beg Ya Pardon (feat. Velli & Lil Webb)

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh huh
This is a gang rocker woah woah woah woah
Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh
Boy what you know about these got an icebox
Where my heart used to be starting a cold front
I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me
In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty
Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me
Ain't no begging ya pardon

Designer frames on me know that they Carti bad one
With me she remind me of Lori akimbo two shots
Like I'm Corey 818 with my rounds in the party
Pour it up til it ain't nothing left she ain't mine
When I'm in her ima guest no handles play her to the left
Money shot yeah I leave her a mess excuse all the drip
Can you weather yeah the storm yeah baby my shoes are
OFF-WHITE but you know that I put that shit on yeah
Plus I'm on the road to riches no you bitches can't go
Where I'm going yeah if I'm fucking her tonight best believe
She'll be gone by the morning yeah that's just what a n***a on yeah

Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh
Boy what you know about these got an icebox
Where my heart used to be starting a cold front
I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me
In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty
Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me
Ain't no begging ya pardon

SIA collective sneaks yeah what you know bout these
I can make a grown bitch freeze don't even mention
My steez never lack know the movement tech talking big
Got nothing to do with that track speed running through
A check steady rolling know my lungs black mystical shit
Look at me like a mystery drop your lo' need to know where
You finna be with my bro all we know is getting geeked
We too real to cap out for the industry she too real to tap out
When we in them sheets I sit back with some gas when
I'm in the V I pull back when I find out she into me
Tryna pull up iced out big Bentley

Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh
Boy what you know about these got an icebox
Where my heart used to be starting a cold front
I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me
In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty
Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me
Ain't no begging ya pardon

Ask for forgiveness and not for permission step in the drip
Caught slipping CDMX bitch I'm gone for a month
How'd I get that off spitting wave a white flag no rags
Just writtens baby girl pass that kitten yeah I move fast
No kidding wait you haven't heard my raps don't get it
Caps then it's mushrooms or fitteds snapbacks clap back
With something true nitwit grab that a degree in rap physics
Hazmat radioactive that's sickness club bangers call me
Conrad Guetta blue brie gouda and feta fuck am I gone do
With all this cheese and strippers I don't know but God bless us



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Cox
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