Forget Me lyrics

[Intro: MGM Lett]
(Tahj Money)
Don't do that
Yeah

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
I'm a boss up out my section, I been running sh*t
n*gga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and sh*t
I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me
If I f*ck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me

[Verse 1: FattMack]
Yeah, I roll up the dope, and I smoke like a chimney
The sh*t that I sip, it done f*ck up my kidney
If I want him dead, I′ll pay you to get him
Run up my bag, now they hate on a n*gga
Wherever I go, know I'm taking my pistol
f*ck that, I dip, I won't lay on the pillow
I f*ck that b*tch one night and he love her
I nutted out on her face, he kissed her
That made mе mad and the n*gga in trouble
Casey gon' pull up with Drac' and go gеt 'em
That lil' ho bad but I f*ck with a rubber
Every young n*gga get paper, they hit her
He put on shoes with his Drac', but he missing
He caught some shots to the face and got killed
They didn't believe in me, and then they went with me
And I just dropped 40K on a grill
[Verse 2: MGM Lett]
Had to do that sh*t again, these n*ggas must've thought that I lost it
I been picking up backends and I turned all my friends to bosses
Before you play them crosses, make sure your people can pay for coffins
Six thousand for that swag, you be so fresh they say that often
Ran that sh*t up, so I'm thanking the plug
Lean in my cup, I be drinking my drugs
Went to the A and I spent like a doge
Just left out of magic, I think I'm in love
Know the show on the way, so I'm seeking a ten
These b*tches gang, so I'm freaking her friend
n*gga playing, get hit in his dome
On this run that I'm on, I swear that it's never gon' end

[Chorus: MGM Lett]
I'm a boss up out my section, I been running sh*t
n*gga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and sh*t
I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me
If I f*ck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me

[Verse 3: FattMack]
n*gga, I wish death upon all my opps
We got shell catches on these chops
Won't take one step out my house without my Glock
n*gga, on my soul, I ain't myself without my Wock'
Them folks won't never catch this car, so we ain't never worried 'bout cops
Ride with 150-some shots, n*gga, we ain't never worried 'bout opps
Twin shoot a Drac' and start spitting fire
Yeah, I'm original, one of a kind
Come and play with this sh*t and you die
Bro excited, he just caught a body
When you run that sh*t up, n*gga, pop it
I was broke as a b*tch tryna run up a ten, now my bankroll thick as a Bible
Bro just got a new button, and he ride with a switch
If he spot him, I'll out and he fryin' him
I got rich, now they hating, they envy
I ain't on me, it's in me, I kill it with kindness
You gon' die, you keep riding with that semi
We keep us a fully and two or three shots
Turn a hundred racks into a penny
Whatever I'm spending, I'm over these shots
[Chorus: MGM Lett]
I'm a boss up out my section, I been running sh*t
n*gga play guitar or lesson, get the gun and sh*t
I was rapping, trapping bad and when that label hit me
If I f*ck up, lose that bag, then they might say forget me