Forever Rollin ft. Loadin Lyrics

I been had to light before them niggas found me, They can't say they put me on

Them niggas fake and they can't do it like me, them Niggas some clones

But watch I get the pack and get it gone , the same Day that it touched

Ain't faking for no hoes if I ain't got my stick, ain't Pulling up

And heard your youngin died was faking cause he Ran out of motion

We forever rolling, we don't gotta pour the drink Forever, smoking

I know when niggas see me, they get mad like that Nigga be trollin

Buts niggas faking, they ain't really with it, I'm the One that hoe em

And let's keep it a band, remain silent, you the one That folded

I don't fuck with kias them bitches hot , so we Hopping on feet

Never lacking, I was outside trapping just me and The glee ,

I thought your homie was a gangster, now he Copping a plea

I thought that nigga was a killer, now his face on the Tee

My prices better, product better, now they shopping With me

I pay my shooters by respect, so they hitting for free

If I catch him in that whip, then I'm stopping the V

Remember they ain't wanna front, now they Copping for me

Okay, remember days when she ain't wanna fuck, Now she sucking on me

Now goaty finna blow, get number one, them niggas On my D

Ain't trying to play no D, let's get on O ,we finna Catch a lead

Man, they started off strong, but finished bad, them niggas broke & dusty

Heard y'all be fucking off on runner hoes, that we Be calling musty

No I don't fuck with opps, you fuck with opps, then I Can't call you buddy

He said he ducked them shots when we sent shots, So now they call him Lucky

Sike lil nigga, I'm just lying, we be tapping heads

DGB, he dying on the scene, and EBS fr

These niggas broke asl, be smoking up, they pack Like, what you doing Craig ?

Okay, if you was smart, you could've bought a bowl, You bought a hoe instead

She so freaky, when she tryna eat me, told me, hold Her head

You ain't pop the killer you niggas soft, that boy Alive, and well

But I ain't gonna lie, if it was me, he would've died in Jail

Ain't none of my tweakers dead, but if they was, He'd hide in hell

Good bows, vacuum sealed pack, so we can hide the Smell

Okay, so how you claim you trapping? You ain't Outside, you ain't make no sale

They said lil nas was bad as hell, was beating shit, And causing real hell

But why he say he having this homie in jail and got a Bail ?

Okay, I'll peep what it is, niggas be faking, getting Spanked fr

I told lil cuz, if he ready to kill, I'll show him how to Drill

Still staying out the way, I just be trapping, tryna find a deal

My youngin don't like sliding off some sober shit, he Need a pill

And I like poppin' tops and spanking opps, so nigga, What's the deal ?

When I ain't have no plate, I had to starve until I Took a meal

Well, I'ma make a trapping, if not rapping, I'ma Touch a mill

My youngin outside on that, he be tweaking, tryna Catch a kill

Okay, we got some niggas watching, now it's hot , They tryna spin the block

Lil opp bitch she a thot, she give the top, and once We done, she get a drop

Oh, he posted on that block, we got the low twin, grab the chop

Tell that nigga if it ain't about money and bows, I Don't wanna talk