FORGIATO ft. Jamahl, Deuce2x & Gonzo Banging Lyrics

(They need Sole)

(Bang that bitch Gonzo)

Man it's working season

Talking turkey season

I'm gon' get up and get down

I think these perkys need me

I put money on my rivals, like I'm servin' in 'sixties

I put rocks all in his boot and then some snakes from Gucci

I put green in Gucci

I got cake for Louis

Man these slippers cost two thousand I got dos for deucies

My big dog he swaddle baggage like they came from coochies

Made him wrap up all that bullshit, come and sing these verses

Look

I'm a drug doggy

I'm her drug daddy

You can hop up off my dick, ask why your friends calling

I was down, but I got out, but still my legs running

Yeah my head bussing, he ain't said nothing

Forgiato, twelves stopping

Said they saw something

I call out like why y'all bluffing?

Y'all ain't saw nothing

Get up off your ass and get some money out there

Used to think these drugs was funny, now I'm stuck up in here

Lemøn mode he got the citrus 'round like FL

Karma come 'round like Koopa with a blue shell

Brothers carting round the city, we don't do well

Smackosaurus, light it off, it's smoking, inhale

Fumes is fuming

I'ma beat him like his ass is FL

And if Jacko beat his ass then I'ma give him hell

You gon give up all of your coins like a wishing well

Talkin' all that shit about the gang, I hop in a Musang

I guess I'm paying bail

Lemøn, Lemøn swerving potholes on the whip

Forgiatos on the whip, it's a convertible

TDub we ducking police, the streets

We snatching your keys like it's somethin' reservable

Ten K we makin' your family grieve, like please

I hope you ain' think you ain't merkable

I put green in Gucci

I got cake for Louis

Man these slippers cost two thousand I got dos for deucies

My big dog he swaddle baggage like they came from coochies (huh?)

Made him wrap up all that bullshit, come and sing these verses

Don Julio, times the ace

The bag is here so why would I chase it?

You gon' feel dumb when you hearin' her scream at the scene

Cause you thought everything was ok shi

I can buy Louis, Prada and Dior and I promise you I still won't feel the same shit

Since you need a Birkin, a Rolly and a car I'm making my own motivation

This be my chance, so I take it

Money pile up, so I rake it

Boy talking tough, his spine, I'll break it

No Idols, look mama we made it

I had her first, so why are you hating?

Got the raw, slow, come and debate it

I'm the hottest so please stop hating

Your artist is nodding so please stop hating

Gang gang