Lyrics to Forever On That
They be like, "Dougie keep rappin', you done all the clappin'
Get money, you gotta be patient"
I be like, "Fuck all the chattin', you know we not actin'
Give a fuck 'bout a deal, I'm on gang shit"
The way the shawty, she shake it, she quick and off of Henny and drinkin' ain't no time to be wasted
Pretty boy, swaggy ooter could never be basic
Money my time, yeah, I chase it
(And If I don't got it I need it, I get it, I take it
A.K.A. Sleezy, I'm sanctioned)
And If I don't got it I need it, I get it, I take it
A.K.A. Sleezy, I'm sanctioned
Ain't no fuckin' wit' me wit' the tweak, nah
Fuckin' wit' me you get tweaky to geek
I spinned his shit, it's a callin' to me
So slid wit' the beat like a quarter wit' me
And I stay wit' Nina she ready to
Look move, all you gon' hear is the, "Shh"
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it—
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us (You bum)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it-
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
(Y'all niggas not fuck wit' the kid
Oh, this another thing, y'all bitches be losin' me)
Oh, she jackin' the opps?
So, I see her, I beat her like pops
'Cause y'all bitches is losin' the kid
Big cup, sip water like triss
Big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like Crip
And these niggas be comedy
We catch 'em, we lay 'em, bang it (Blood)
Stomp a nigga dazin', he anxious
Brodie, he got it, I pay him
Dougie and Dougz, that's two different faces
She saw love when I see the face shit
Once ain't no tellin' bitch, I'ma face it
Ten toes, EBK like Melly
DOA, 300, bitch, ain't no changin'
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it—
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Free Kay Flock, you heard
Get money, you gotta be patient"
I be like, "Fuck all the chattin', you know we not actin'
Give a fuck 'bout a deal, I'm on gang shit"
The way the shawty, she shake it, she quick and off of Henny and drinkin' ain't no time to be wasted
Pretty boy, swaggy ooter could never be basic
Money my time, yeah, I chase it
(And If I don't got it I need it, I get it, I take it
A.K.A. Sleezy, I'm sanctioned)
And If I don't got it I need it, I get it, I take it
A.K.A. Sleezy, I'm sanctioned
Ain't no fuckin' wit' me wit' the tweak, nah
Fuckin' wit' me you get tweaky to geek
I spinned his shit, it's a callin' to me
So slid wit' the beat like a quarter wit' me
And I stay wit' Nina she ready to
Look move, all you gon' hear is the, "Shh"
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it—
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us (You bum)
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it-
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
(Y'all niggas not fuck wit' the kid
Oh, this another thing, y'all bitches be losin' me)
Oh, she jackin' the opps?
So, I see her, I beat her like pops
'Cause y'all bitches is losin' the kid
Big cup, sip water like triss
Big bucks, doubled up, blues on me like Crip
And these niggas be comedy
We catch 'em, we lay 'em, bang it (Blood)
Stomp a nigga dazin', he anxious
Brodie, he got it, I pay him
Dougie and Dougz, that's two different faces
She saw love when I see the face shit
Once ain't no tellin' bitch, I'ma face it
Ten toes, EBK like Melly
DOA, 300, bitch, ain't no changin'
Geek on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it—
Tweak on the beat, yeah, I'm fuckin' it up (Enough)
DOA, ain't no fuckin' wit' us
You dissin' and don't got no funds? (It's up)
We don't got the gun, he get jumped (Oh you)
He's a fiend, we leavin' him slumped
Free Kay Flock, you heard
