Forgot About É

Forgot about É, they don't know me F*ck wit an artist like me if ya hungry Charted I play, now they owe me Paid to display all the skill for the homies Holler out É, if ya feel me Haters in the rear, steer clear of the phonies F*ck what they say, they don't know me Hands on ya bae, by default she the homie Honing, every mofuckin skill Wheels on the whip spinning like my record deal Imma make it pop like the fourth in the hood It's a war zone baby, man I wish a nigga would Feelin good, so good, captivated, bitches washin dishes wishin that they never hated Imma fade em better yet contain em my secret out Sauce overflowin all up in your woman's mouth Tadow, what now, I be bangin on this beat Bitches bound to break it down I said twerk some, work some thas respect Let it all hang out, f*ck around n' break my neck Catch a peek, hide and seek, stick it where I choose Nasty as I wanna be sellin to you fools Ooo tell me whatcha do for a livin Sinnin? Or breakin all the rules cause I'm winnin Forgot about É, they don't know me F*ck wit an artist like me if ya hungry Charted I play, now they owe me Paid to display all the skill for the homies Holler out É, if ya feel me Haters in the rear, steer clear of the phonies F*ck what they say, they don't know me Hands on ya bae, by default she the homie Proof, that I had to come correct Stock been split now I'm fuckin up a check Real talk, even bosses take a loss Vested on the reg so it never really costs Wise words, meant for the wolves and the figurines Whole team gunnin for respect and a lil green Now it seems like I'm closer than before Fillin all them gaps have your girlfriend at my door I might, do exactly what I'm supposed to figga By the time I'm 35, I'll explode like Thrilla Moonwalkin on these haters cause they ain't shit Selling all they time for dime youz a broke bitch No shit hella salty cause that ain't it Tried to warn all these hoes but they don't quit Truth is, I'm a saint to you small nigs Corporate act ain't got ya back like a small biz Forgot about É, they don't know me F*ck wit an artist like me if ya hungry Charted I play, now they owe me Paid to display all the skill for the homies Holler out É, if ya feel me Haters in the rear, steer clear of the phonies F*ck what they say, they don't know me Hands on ya bae, by default she the homie