"Forgot My Manners" lyrics
Yeah, you know what the fuck mobbin' with this, baby
Like BL shit, man, 3rd World shit
Free JuGliz, man, my reflection
(Chapo)
Chapo, hrr
Excuse me, bitch, I forgot my manners, huh
He think he a loose screw, walk out the house, flathead and a hammer
You don't know what I'll do to you? You can just ask the last nigga that was walkin' on Candler (On God)
Huh, I grew up robbin', I ain't gon' cap, I ain't never believed in Santa (Hell nah)
I grew up poppin' my shit and gangbangin' right in Atlanta (Atlanta)
It ain't my fault I grew up on the Southside, fucked up grammar (Yup)
I wouldn't even lie to you, all them bitches y'all cuffin', we done ranned 'em (Yup)
Talkin' 'bout that Glock, trigger spammin' (Spammin')
Sumo locked up, I'm like, "Damn it" (Damn it)
Nigga wan' smoke, H3LLBOY wrap 'em (Wrap 'em)
Call up BabySolid, I call that boy Batman (Batman)
Don't even ask about him, you gon' see him soon (Yup)
Man, that young nigga be where I'm at, man (Yeah)
They like, "Spaz, chill," they call me Chan
Fifty-round drum when I'm with the band (Band)
Switches on the Glock when I'm with the clan
I ain't never told, I ain't never ran (Hrrt)
'Fore I was locked up I was my own man (Locked up)
When I got locked up, I thought 'bout stabbin' him (Ugh)
We be gettin' off, got different tactics (Ugh)
Talkin' 'bout Lil Von, nigga, ask him (Von)
I'll crash out, on God, if I lose my passion (Passion)
I ain't trippin', rob the plug on West End (Yeah)
Snatch that boy pack, one hand, Odell Beckham (Yeah)
I fucked her, but say she my bestie, huh (Yeah)
I fucked her, but head, she get messy (On God)
Hop in the car, let's slide, I'm ready (Skrrt)
Fuck that BOLO, I tell the police do they job, come catch me (Skrrt)
I'm tryna blow some shit up like Mecca (On God)
I'm tryna get rich as fuck, take the plug off in a brand new Tesla (Skrrt)
This bitch, she trick me, that ho, she the devil, I wish I had never met her (On God)
We got bodies droppin' like chicken feathers (Droppin')
In the Mobb, nigga, we got real steppers (Woah)
Gotta keep my distance, y'all get real jealous (Distance)
Feel the backdoor, I can smell the envy (Backdoor)
Fuck my hood black hoes in new Balenci' (Yup)
Let's just spray that bitch down, I know every exit
I'll kill anyone, who gon' send a message? (Pussy)
Excuse me, bitch, I forgot my manners, huh
He think he a loose screw, walk out the house, flathead and a hammer
You don't know what I'll do to you? You can just ask the last nigga that was walkin' on Candler (On God)
Huh, I grew up robbin', I ain't gon' cap, I ain't never believed in Santa (Hell nah)
I grew up poppin' my shit and gangbangin' right in Atlanta (Atlanta)
It ain't my fault I grew up on the Southside, fucked up grammar (Yup)
I wouldn't even lie to you, all them bitches y'all cuffin', we done ranned 'em (Yup)
Talkin' 'bout that Glock, trigger spammin' (Spammin')
Sumo locked up, I'm like, "Damn it" (Damn it)
Nigga wan' smoke, H3LLBOY wrap 'em (Wrap 'em)
Like BL shit, man, 3rd World shit
Free JuGliz, man, my reflection
(Chapo)
Chapo, hrr
Excuse me, bitch, I forgot my manners, huh
He think he a loose screw, walk out the house, flathead and a hammer
You don't know what I'll do to you? You can just ask the last nigga that was walkin' on Candler (On God)
Huh, I grew up robbin', I ain't gon' cap, I ain't never believed in Santa (Hell nah)
I grew up poppin' my shit and gangbangin' right in Atlanta (Atlanta)
It ain't my fault I grew up on the Southside, fucked up grammar (Yup)
I wouldn't even lie to you, all them bitches y'all cuffin', we done ranned 'em (Yup)
Talkin' 'bout that Glock, trigger spammin' (Spammin')
Sumo locked up, I'm like, "Damn it" (Damn it)
Nigga wan' smoke, H3LLBOY wrap 'em (Wrap 'em)
Call up BabySolid, I call that boy Batman (Batman)
Don't even ask about him, you gon' see him soon (Yup)
Man, that young nigga be where I'm at, man (Yeah)
They like, "Spaz, chill," they call me Chan
Fifty-round drum when I'm with the band (Band)
Switches on the Glock when I'm with the clan
I ain't never told, I ain't never ran (Hrrt)
'Fore I was locked up I was my own man (Locked up)
When I got locked up, I thought 'bout stabbin' him (Ugh)
We be gettin' off, got different tactics (Ugh)
Talkin' 'bout Lil Von, nigga, ask him (Von)
I'll crash out, on God, if I lose my passion (Passion)
I ain't trippin', rob the plug on West End (Yeah)
Snatch that boy pack, one hand, Odell Beckham (Yeah)
I fucked her, but say she my bestie, huh (Yeah)
I fucked her, but head, she get messy (On God)
Hop in the car, let's slide, I'm ready (Skrrt)
Fuck that BOLO, I tell the police do they job, come catch me (Skrrt)
I'm tryna blow some shit up like Mecca (On God)
I'm tryna get rich as fuck, take the plug off in a brand new Tesla (Skrrt)
This bitch, she trick me, that ho, she the devil, I wish I had never met her (On God)
We got bodies droppin' like chicken feathers (Droppin')
In the Mobb, nigga, we got real steppers (Woah)
Gotta keep my distance, y'all get real jealous (Distance)
Feel the backdoor, I can smell the envy (Backdoor)
Fuck my hood black hoes in new Balenci' (Yup)
Let's just spray that bitch down, I know every exit
I'll kill anyone, who gon' send a message? (Pussy)
Excuse me, bitch, I forgot my manners, huh
He think he a loose screw, walk out the house, flathead and a hammer
You don't know what I'll do to you? You can just ask the last nigga that was walkin' on Candler (On God)
Huh, I grew up robbin', I ain't gon' cap, I ain't never believed in Santa (Hell nah)
I grew up poppin' my shit and gangbangin' right in Atlanta (Atlanta)
It ain't my fault I grew up on the Southside, fucked up grammar (Yup)
I wouldn't even lie to you, all them bitches y'all cuffin', we done ranned 'em (Yup)
Talkin' 'bout that Glock, trigger spammin' (Spammin')
Sumo locked up, I'm like, "Damn it" (Damn it)
Nigga wan' smoke, H3LLBOY wrap 'em (Wrap 'em)
