"Forget Me" lyrics

You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you
You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you

Yo RS6 go skitz, go beast mode
Bust that left, got flashed down Leeds Road
Back no joke them pigs got smoked
Them boys jumped out that car got repoed
Fresh out estates, the boys, we don't play
Bags of the flake the boys are self made
No redlight but he bust that pelican
Car got found but they found no evidence
Berghaus hoodies, 4x4s get muddy
2-stroke bikes and them of road buggys
Boys go divy in them chorey trucks
999 better call 'em up
Yo, boys on the curbside, boys in the bando
Pull up in that Shogy or pull up in that Land Rov'
Feel like Ken when I take these back roads
Shots of the Grey Goose, lines of the Pablo

You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you
You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you

Bitch, come try, come see what I do
Pull up outside, then I feed the bayou
Hatch or Passat, two boys in the back
Got got by the shop, all I seen was a flash
Yo, sticks and stones may break man's bones
But this big sawn-off's gonna take man's dome
Let that rip, I'ma take man's nose
No divys 'round here, take no cuts
We progressed from outta town
Made pigs fly when bikes around
Shots at the bar, I'ma buy the round
And when your boyfriend's out, I'll be sliding 'round
Yo, tenten mack and, man, I might just cracka
Six for the winner, I'm a red-light runner
Lifestyle hectic, we be getting TECs in
Laughing over ex biz, pull up in the X6

You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you
You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you

Kick back, blow smoke, got packs, got dope
Drive fast on road, drive past get smoked
Got black, got crow, no mask am blown
Get jacked no joke, am bad to bone
Am a boy, am the real McCoy
You're not a big fish, you're a baby boy
I said oi! I'm the real
Pass me the mic, the crowd dem make noise

These lot know I'm a dog like Marley
Drive like Ken and I fuck these barbies
Chicks with lips and the big round arses
Fuck then duck, I'm rough and heartless
All blacked out when your Ken got done in
Mask on, you won't find who's took it
I ain't no gangster, bitch, I'm a charva
New whip, new grip, new clava

You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you, to you, to you
You can forget me, forget me
Now you are so sorry, so sorry
I will never go back now, go back now
To you, to you