Forever Nitty lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, go, go
Huh, DCG
Huh, Huh
Go, go (lalala, la, la, la)
Go, go (lalala, la, la, la, la)
Go, go, hunn, go, go, hunn

[Verse 1: DCG Bsavv]
First off, I'ma start this b*tch off, rest in peace
My lil' brother died, and I just cried so we had hit the streets
We keep spinning blocks, and patching opps, they ass can't no sleep
We was riding, really lurking, probably rolling like four deep
I just want the top, no being rude, but please don't use your teeth
We gon' rob this hoe, and beat her ass, before we wife a eat
Goofy saw me in the streets, was shook, and tried to tell a speech
f*cked his b*tch, she loving my cologne
Aye shun gon' make my niece
I ain't in the mood, if it ain't no groove, and I can't feel this beat
Distribute to Nitty B, let us in the industry
We gon smoke his ass if he thinking he gon' mention me
My b*tch she taste like candy treats
They know I kept my mans on me
He was passing, sending heat, way before we touched the streets
We gon' tweak and they gon' T
Once it's war it ain't no seats
I do the dash, with my broski
Shawty hot, they need more grease
She say it's three, I want all three
Smoking bags of broccoli
These Glocks don't jam, so don't start beef
Sign a deal, we all gon' eat
This b*tch a wrap, ask my OG
She know I got a four on me
Without my blick, they gon' score on me
I was breaking bread with all my n*ggas
Can't none of them try to go on me, (Huh, huh)
Huh
She see guns, and a couple Gs
And now she trying to hoe for me
She said I'm lyrical and did a dance
And now she trying to throw on me
Bought a crate and spent a grip
Everybody get poles for free
One call, they on all bullsh*t
My n*ggas on go for me
Shake this b*tch, and wake this b*tch to 16 like it's Jodeci
To 16 like it's Jodeci

[Verse 2: DCG Shun]
Since lil' nitty died, I been feeling like sh*t after me
Don't get close up on me, I'll shoot this b*tch with accuracy
If I hear a story and that sh*t don't sound like facts to me
I might just kill his kids, if I think a n*gga lie to me
f*ck it, kill his mama, I'm with that, that sh*t just fine with me
This face tat ain't for show
This sh*t ain't cute, this sh*t ain't fine to me
Mr. Patch Yo Block, just come outside, we don't play hide and seek
Before we rock a show, and leave that b*tch
We need like five a piece
I keep lying to my b*tch, she say she hate me, and she tired of me
But I know that's a lie, take her to Saks and now she dying for me
Lil' Nitty was the muscle and the brain, how the f*ck you die on me
My car so futuristic, hit the sport, and this b*tch fly for me
I keep patching my opp, they say they tired, but we want all the beef
But I can't go outside, I'ma f*ck her friend if she keep stalling me
b*tch I'm in the stu, I'm irritated, so stop calling me
And I don't wanna talk, hit my dm, hoe what you offering
I like the cougar hoes cause they f*ck me good and talk to me
I hate the younger b*tches
'Cause they brag on what they bought for me
I got my own bag b*tch, don't forget, you tried to talk to me
It's forever Nitty, tell the opps, b*tch we want all the beef

[Outro]
(b*tch) Tell the opps b*tch we want all the beef
(b*tch) Tell the opps b*tch we want