Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez | Forget That (Lyrics)
Forget That
Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez
My diamonds hit harder, when the light off,
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off,
This beat from Murda,
Got a thousand pounds, for a thousand, buy them bitches now,
First they tried to steal, my style,
Now they tryna steal, my sound,
Thank God!
I ain’t been broke, in a while,
Do what I do to a T, you my child,
I left the bitch in the field, and she sour,
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power,
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a baow,
I’m hittin’ ’em hard, make ’em throw in the towel,
Don’t get ’em started, if you ask me, I’m the hardest,
Ain’t come to play with these boys, I ain’t Carti,
AMG big body, sound like it farted,
I hurt they feelings, ain’t telling’ ’em sorry,
These niggas boring, I’m on some more shit,
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin’,
Ran up ten million, and still ain’t get cocky,
Fuck your opinion, don’t need it, I’m poppin’,
Told all the bros, catch an opp, then he droppin’,
Everyone hot on my label, got options,
Send your deposit, we come to rock shit,
Breakin’ in cars, my lil’ bro, like a locksmith,
That nigga throw it up, he on them Roxies,
Why you keep buyin’ these chains, and these watches?
How can I not? Every day I get profit,
Upped all my drip, ’cause am a Crip, I be watchin’,
I really go ,from these projects to projects,
They gotta take it with ease, they can’t stop it,
Fuck it, ain’t letting’ ’em breathe, they can die,
Think ’bout the bros, every time I get high,
Free the guys!
Baby!
My diamonds hit harder,
I ain’t in no competition,
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer,
Can’t forget that!
Flew here, we got chartered!
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter,
Nah, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that!
This the get-back, yeah!
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim,
I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah!
Project runner, I came up playin’ cops and robbers,
You the guy with the badge, and I’m the nigga with the chopper,
My niggas catch bodies, in the daytime,
VLONE Runtz, this shit won’t make it, past a canine,
I know real trappers, that stay on the block, but they don’t play lines,
But, if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon,
I stack that shit up to the ceiling, no more sharin’ clothes,
I bought a pendant, came from Watson, but I ain’t proposed,
Ridin’ with an AR, but he got murked, with a revolver,
I sent the crackhead, in the pharmacy, for cough syrup,
No, she can’t play me, but if she try, Imma dog her!
They been askin’ questions crazy,
“Is you ’bout to drop a tape yet?”
“Is you tryna go independent?”
“Rylo did you sign with Baby?”
Rolex like G-Shock to us,
That’s ’cause we finally made it!
My diamonds hit harder,
I ain’t in no competition,
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer,
Can’t forget that!
Flew here, we got chartered!
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter,
Nah, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that!
This the get-back, yeah!
My diamonds hit harder,
I ain’t in no competition,
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer,
Can’t forget that!
Flew here, we got chartered!
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter,
Nah, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that!
This the get-back, yeah!
(Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim!)
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Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez – Forget That
Sep 11, 2020 | YouTube Release
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