Abrams - Forget It Lyrics

I'm in my bag, motherf*cker, I'm steppin'
How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got
Weapons
You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen
F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic
Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic
Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it
Just let it be, I already let it
Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it
Ain't doin' nothin' if I feel disrespected
New Smith and Weston, I'm catchin' a sentence
I'm stealing flows like I don't care who said it
I fit it in, like I'm winnin' in Tetris
Give me your Venmo, bitch, I might just bless it
They couldn't handle my shit in correction
I'm movin' shit in a different direction
Only went harder when I got arrested
Got a new choppa man, I gotta test it
Caught him in church, I'ma send him to heaven
Shakin' the mag like that shit in an edit
I'm runnin' shit in like I'm Jerome Bettis
Tweaking off pills, I don't know where my head is
I love my greens, but I don't f*ck with lettuce
Lean in my cup, yeah I'm constantly bevvin'
Senior assassin-type shit, I'ma wet him
I'm in my bag, motherf*cker, I'm steppin'
How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got
Weapons
You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen
F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic
Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic
Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it
Just let it be, I already let it
Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it
Everyone get down its lyrical homicide
He f*cked with us and we left his traumatized
Free all the brodies thats doin a lot of time
Like boy you must wanna die
Put you on blast now you wanna apologize?
I make a hit in the autumn, then maybe the spring
And thumb through a band in the summertime
I thumb through a band in the summertime
Shorty f*ck it I'll drop in the winter too yeah
Its a lil rough now I beat myself up but I'm nothin but miserable
Like bro look at me making business moves
Now I dont gotta talk like a criminal
Sendin these messages some are subliminal
Flipping my money just like a reciprocal
Making my music inside of my livin room
Look at me now man this shit is incredible
I'll spend a decade ahead of the schedule
Spazz on the beat like I'm tweaking on edibles
Don't f*ck with gang turn your ass to a vegetable
You said you trapping well now boy I'm skeptical
All your shit ass boy you mixing in chemicals
Put her legs behind her head yeah she flexible
I'm in my bag, motherf*cker, I'm steppin'
How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got
Weapons
You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen
F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic
Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic
Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it
Just let it be, I already let it
Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it
I'm in my bag, motherf*cker, I'm steppin'
How you a threat, lil' bitch, you don't got
Weapons
You missin' playoffs, you washed like you Stephen
F*ck how you feel, I think that shit pathetic
Pockets too fat, that must be diabetic
Don't ask who we are, bitch, I already said it
Just let it be, I already let it
Bitch, lose my number Yeah, you can forget it
Yeahs it's f*ck everybody
Yeahs it's f*ck everybody
F*ck everybody
F*ck everybody
I'm on that
F*ck everybody
Yeah, I'm on that
F*ck everybody, I'm on that
F*ck everybody, I'm on that
I'm on that, F*ck everybody