Forever Tia & Ahk

[Intro]
Mob Mob Mob Mob
They wasn’t there from the start uh
They wasn’t there from the start
Uh

[Verse]
I can’t be fuckin’ wit’ niggas uh, if they wasn’t there from the start
Ima come out with the Glock and a mask uh, somebody bound to get robbed
I’m not givin’ up Ima do it for Ahk
I do it for Tia ‘cause shawty my heart
My child on the way so I’m moving smart
My young nigga stressin’, he spinned on the box
I don’t think none of feelin’ me
This shit be killin’ me, this shit ain’t gon’ never just sit wit’ me
That bitch tellin’ lies, she’ll never admit to me
If I’m coolin’ that Glock 23 gotta sit wit’ me
Paranoid as a bitch, that Glock gotta shit wit’ me
She eatin’ the whole dick literally
She on dicks ‘cause I rap, she ain’t takin’ no trip wit’ me
I know ain’t none of em real as me
Ain’t no nigga killin’ me
I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ niggas I see through em
I ain’t the rapper a nigga should sleep on
In the snow wit’ no coat but I still got that heat on me
If I pull out my dick lot of bitches gon’ be on it
Hit the lights bend the corner ‘cause we gotta creep on em
I’m burnin’ any nigga tryin’ reach on me
I had it on me I ain’t have to reach for it
XD wit’ the lemon, catch it and squeeze it on em
Niggas out here trippin, why you kill a nigga yo’ bitch was just eatin’ on em
You smackin’ her out, she goin’ right over his house
You should’ve never been beatin’ on her
Now he mad as a bitch but that’s what he get
You should’ve been givin’ her dick
‘Stead of punchin’ the bitch in her shit
Can’t be throwin’ no fit, when it’s shit in the streets that you know you gotta get
Hangin’ out the window, pushin’ up on em
We probably dog a bitch
But we don’t give a fuck, he try hop a gate and got stuck
He got his whole face blew up
I couldn’t wait ‘til glew up
Come out and play bitch we gon’ be two up
I feel the pain, gotta pour me a deuce up
I don’t care ‘bout no nigga, most of em pool putts
I been runnin’ up racks, I could get you plucked
Keep comin’ off the top nigga I ain’t ‘bout to stop
I don’t want her in the picture Ima get the bitch cropped
Big G 33 that’s a tre-five seven Glock
FN-57 knock em right out his socks
Locked in wit’ my niggas we can’t be apart
Whatever I do I’m gon’ do it for Ahk
Shit won’t ever stop, somebody gotta get dropped
We ain’t catch up wit’ him he the reason his bitch dropped
Deep in the streets I don’t care about Hip-Hop
I put that shit on em if he try lip box
Wack em, we hear he got money on his top
If it’s up then I’m spinnin’ a bin in my bitch car
Comin’ right back but nigga we switched cars
Ima miss my young nigga ‘cause shawty was too solid
This shit eatin’ me up ‘cause nigga I feel yo’ problems

[Outro]
I promise, uh promise, I promise uh, I promise
Eatin’ me up ‘cause nigga I feel yo’ problems
This shit eatin’ me up ‘cause nigga I feel it