Forever Litt

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: StanWill] I done probably blew your life at Neiman's Think I need a shovel on my way to scoop some ice from Zeidman's Unky tryna kick the cup, he tryna fight his demons Tryna reach'll get you popped, you better play your life strategic 20/20 vision, but it's thirties in the buffs Brodie need some dish detergent 'cause it's dirty in his cup Think the trap might fly away 'cause all these birdies in the cut Chasin' paper in the mornin', wake up early for a buck [Verse 2: TrDee] You ain't got no money, your two cents really irrelevant I ain't bust the Glocky in a minute, it's been celibate No, I cannot put my dick in that 'cause she be sellin' it I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause I'm forever lit I can teach you how to do it, fuck it, call me coach He'll hit you from the corner, all he need is a scope Niggas threw me in that water, I couldn't even float Got my own wave and I'm sailin' on my own boat [Verse 3: BabyTron] It ain't nobody at your concert, that bitch look like sound check If cuddy ain't complete the mission south, that mean the hound wrecked Bitches in the crowd tryna throw some out of town neck We sold ninety-nine 448s, I got a pound left Off the boomies, I might morph into a pit You ain't double up, you turned a four into a six Gotta find the sweet spot, you can't force it with the wrist Luka Trončić, they don't know if I'ma score or get assists [Verse 4: StanWill] Think we perfect for each other, huh This bitch got a BBL, I got a BBC We done knocked his power out, he think we DTE Bought a pack-a-punches off my site and every CC pinged Sippin' out them baby bottles, they like, "What is Stan pourin'?" Blicky on my hip, ain't gotta put my hands on him How she ate me up, I had to put the cam on her You look like a fuckin' statue, you ain't got no damn motion [Verse 5: TrDee] This bitch tryna eat me like a zombie (Shit) If this nigga get to reachin', I'ma catch a homi' Dick put her to sleep like she was sippin' on some Wocky You can't come around if you ain't down to catch a body Watchin' niggas ball, man, y'all niggas just the cheerleaders Glocky made 'em run, shit, I feel just like a gym teacher Tried to slide, now his car leanin' like a two-liter I cannot control my animals, I'm not a zookeeper (Brrt) [Verse 6: BabyTron] Stuffin' blues into my hoodie, I done turned it to a jean jacket Walk 'em down, if this was Call of Duty, would've tea-bagged 'em Layin' in your lawn with fully switch, sound like I'm weed-whackin' Piece smackin', got a fire six, this some free fashion High as hell havin' a bad trip like some turbulence (Nyoom) Why the fuck you actin' like a gangster? Boy, I heard you snitched That affidavit got your name dirty If it ain't a five-figure skit, it ain't play-worthy (Swear) Bitch