Lyrics: George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Lucas DePante
Music: George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Lucas DePante
FOREVEROLLING
niggas know y'all can't f**k with me nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off
Slidin' in that Trackhawk all my jewelry on my shirt off
Turn her phone on DND on silent all alerts off
It's a fast car but I'm movin' slow I like my syrup raw
Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off
I don't bark I bite I got more paper than your big dawg
Wanna change your life
My best advice a brick of fentanyl
This b***h type is wife I might just let the condom slip off
Ain't too many like me ninety-nine percent of 'em rip-offs
On point even at her spot I never take my kicks off
Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on
You get in your feelings and make diss songs
I make at your people's house outside shootin' that blick songs
And I'm still good on every block I used to knock P's on
Boss I get you chalked my name ain't something that you should speak on
Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on
My money ten feet tall but I ain't something you should shoot at
Kill somethin' you wan' lock in with us I thought you knew that
My plug drove the load in on a truck next day he flew back
I talk so much shit I need a Tic-Tac
I got five thousand for you help me set this wolf trap
Started a new strain smokin' your man this here a wolf pack
Up on the score but we still active like we on get-back
Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks
Forever get my lick back