FORGE: Beg Ya Pardon (feat. Velli & Lil Webb)

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh huh This is a gang rocker woah woah woah woah Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh Boy what you know about these got an icebox Where my heart used to be starting a cold front I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me Ain't no begging ya pardon Designer frames on me know that they Carti bad one With me she remind me of Lori akimbo two shots Like I'm Corey 818 with my rounds in the party Pour it up til it ain't nothing left she ain't mine When I'm in her ima guest no handles play her to the left Money shot yeah I leave her a mess excuse all the drip Can you weather yeah the storm yeah baby my shoes are OFF-WHITE but you know that I put that shit on yeah Plus I'm on the road to riches no you bitches can't go Where I'm going yeah if I'm fucking her tonight best believe She'll be gone by the morning yeah that's just what a n***a on yeah Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh Boy what you know about these got an icebox Where my heart used to be starting a cold front I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me Ain't no begging ya pardon SIA collective sneaks yeah what you know bout these I can make a grown bitch freeze don't even mention My steez never lack know the movement tech talking big Got nothing to do with that track speed running through A check steady rolling know my lungs black mystical shit Look at me like a mystery drop your lo' need to know where You finna be with my bro all we know is getting geeked We too real to cap out for the industry she too real to tap out When we in them sheets I sit back with some gas when I'm in the V I pull back when I find out she into me Tryna pull up iced out big Bentley Drip too hard can you excuse me please huh Boy what you know about these got an icebox Where my heart used to be starting a cold front I roll up my sleeve huh I got a glock with me In the party don't press hoes I'm good on ya shorty Broke her heart no bae I ain't sorry they know it's me Ain't no begging ya pardon Ask for forgiveness and not for permission step in the drip Caught slipping CDMX bitch I'm gone for a month How'd I get that off spitting wave a white flag no rags Just writtens baby girl pass that kitten yeah I move fast No kidding wait you haven't heard my raps don't get it Caps then it's mushrooms or fitteds snapbacks clap back With something true nitwit grab that a degree in rap physics Hazmat radioactive that's sickness club bangers call me Conrad Guetta blue brie gouda and feta f*ck am I gone do With all this cheese and strippers I don't know but God bless us