Forever the Moment

I been moving in silence you bitches do not know my moves
I hate you bitch, to the price tag on my [?]
That’s my 17
Fucking with some tight [?]
Now i’m 19 at the W, thinking ‘bout my next move
Ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch
And ain’t worried ‘bout no nigga
When your [?] sold out they start giving salt and vinegar
And then i finish her on the track
Stupid hoe better fall back
Before my right hand have to thwack
You bitches so close it’s that back, back, back, asthma attack
Stop watching me, watch your health hoe
You ain’t on my map
And all you can do is cap on my name
Post a pic with you [?]
You could ever do the same
Lil bitch you mad ‘cause i proclaimed
Had to light a flame but [?] fist right in my frame
Break you niggas like a chain
Shitty hoes go down thе drain
Loosey goosey oochie coochiе oochie wah wah
Who’s to blame?
X these bitches out like [?] dice
Loose hoes, extra tight
Heavy weight, these bitches light
I drop my [?], watch ‘em bite
Throw my [?], catch my flight
On the roller, on the mic
On the pole or on the pipe
Zeppy is the prototype