Forfeit

Fuck the fire, we got grease

Stop actin' like you up, you flexin' counterfeit
Hmm, Crazy ass boy

Stop actin' like you up, you flexin' counterfeit
Hmm, I'm still trappin' with the niggas that I started wit
Came home, to bows & dem G's, yeah, my starter kit
We up to sco' til they quit the game, make em' forfeit
Back all night grindin', I'm shootin', tryna catch Rick
Huuuhh, stackin', tryna get a double R, no Roddy Rich
Huuuhh, real trappers know sometimes, you gotta play the bench
Jump back in the game, straight flexin', that's a power lift

You can give the bag to me, I know how to shift
Trap legend in the flesh, this is not a myth
Of course I beat yo bitch back in, I got the Gab of Gift
I mean the Gift of Gab, do you catch my drift?
My cup so purple, man, they want me on the Kings
Every time I hear my shit, man, I wanna dump a ping

I got all varieties of these flare jeans
But I prefer Valabasas off the Supreme
Before fuckin' with the shh, it was yings
Mook pass the ball, I hookshot like Kareem
She my Cleopatra, baby girl look like a queen
And I can upgrade ya, come and be my Queen B

Stop actin' like you up, you flexin' counterfeit
Hmm, I'm still trappin' with the niggas that I started wit
Came home, to bows & dem G's, yeah, my starter kit
We up to sco' til they quit the game, make em' forfeit
Back all night grindin', I'm shootin', tryna catch Rick
Huuuhh, stackin', tryna get a double R, no Roddy Rich
Huuuhh, real trappers know sometimes, you gotta play the bench
Jump back in the game, straight flexin', that's a power lift

They be like, Ghost, when you gon' quit with all this trappin'?
Shit, I can make the work disappear like magic
Mannn, Off a 30 days, stack the greens, that's a salad
Mannn, if them yo last bags, let me know and I'ma grab em'
Mannn, I got white heads, from Oak Creek, down on Lampham
Mannn, and they comin' all 60 up, I ain't cappin'

I know my kidneys mad at me, all these bad lean habits
Every 10 blues, I wrap it up, I'ma rubberband bandit
She een' need no water, to throw the pill back
Ion give a fuck bout none of this shit, man, where my seal at?
Big choppa, make a pussy nigga backtrack
You ain't slam a hunnit Gs, you ain't crack that

Stop actin' like you up, you flexin' counterfeit
Hmm, I'm still trappin' with the niggas that I started wit
Came home, to bows & dem G's, yeah, my starter kit
We up to score til they quit the game, make em' forfeit
Back all night grindin', I'm shootin', tryna catch Rick
Huuuhh, stackin', tryna get a double R, no Roddy Rich
Huuuhh, real trappers know sometimes you gotta play the bench
Jump back in the game, straight flexin', that's a power lift

Jack just want a drink



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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield, Domonique Criss
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