Forever Tia & Ahk lyrics

[Intro]
Mob Mob Mob Mob
They wasn’t there from the start uh
They wasn’t there from the start
Uh

[Verse]
I can’t be f*ckin’ wit’ n*ggas uh, if they wasn’t there from the start
Ima come out with the Glock and a mask uh, somebody bound to get robbed
I’m not givin’ up Ima do it for Ahk
I do it for Tia ‘cause shawty my heart
My child on the way so I’m moving smart
My young n*gga stressin’, he spinned on the box
I don’t think none of feelin’ me
This sh*t be killin’ me, this sh*t ain’t gon’ never just sit wit’ me
That b*tch tellin’ lies, she’ll never admit to me
If I’m coolin’ that Glock 23 gotta sit wit’ me
Paranoid as a b*tch, that Glock gotta sh*t wit’ me
She eatin’ the whole di*k literally
She on di*ks ‘cause I rap, she ain’t takin’ no trip wit’ me
I know ain’t none of em real as me
Ain’t no n*gga killin’ me
I ain’t f*ckin’ wit’ n*ggas I see through em
I ain’t the rapper a n*gga should sleep on
In the snow wit’ no coat but I still got that heat on me
If I pull out my di*k lot of b*tches gon’ be on it
Hit the lights bend the corner ‘cause we gotta creep on em
I’m burnin’ any n*gga tryin’ reach on me
I had it on me I ain’t have to reach for it
XD wit’ the lemon, catch it and squeeze it on em
n*ggas out here trippin, why you kill a n*gga yo’ b*tch was just eatin’ on em
You smackin’ her out, she goin’ right over his house
You should’ve never been beatin’ on her
Now he mad as a b*tch but that’s what he get
You should’ve been givin’ her di*k
‘Stead of punchin’ the b*tch in her sh*t
Can’t be throwin’ no fit, when it’s sh*t in the streets that you know you gotta get
Hangin’ out the window, pushin’ up on em
We probably dog a b*tch
But we don’t give a f*ck, he try hop a gate and got stuck
He got his whole face blew up
I couldn’t wait ‘til glew up
Come out and play b*tch we gon’ be two up
I feel the pain, gotta pour me a deuce up
I don’t care ‘bout no n*gga, most of em pool putts
I been runnin’ up racks, I could get you plucked
Keep comin’ off the top n*gga I ain’t ‘bout to stop
I don’t want her in the picture Ima get the b*tch cropped
Big G 33 that’s a tre-five seven Glock
FN-57 knock em right out his socks
Locked in wit’ my n*ggas we can’t be apart
Whatever I do I’m gon’ do it for Ahk
sh*t won’t ever stop, somebody gotta get dropped
We ain’t catch up wit’ him he the reason his b*tch dropped
Deep in the streets I don’t care about Hip-Hop
I put that sh*t on em if he try lip box
Wack em, we hear he got money on his top
If it’s up then I’m spinnin’ a bin in my b*tch car
Comin’ right back but n*gga we switched cars
Ima miss my young n*gga ‘cause shawty was too solid
This sh*t eatin’ me up ‘cause n*gga I feel yo’ problems
[Outro]
I promise, uh promise, I promise uh, I promise
Eatin’ me up ‘cause n*gga I feel yo’ problems
This sh*t eatin’ me up ‘cause n*gga I feel it