I Forgot The Beat

[Intro]
All my opps play PS5
All my opps play 2K
They drive hoopties
Them niggas' Timbs and shoes and feets got miles on 'em
They all got creases in every pair of shoes
All my opps be survivin' off of bacon, egg and cheese
All my opps got bald spots in they head, damn near
Niggas in they thirties
All my opps smoke crack, them niggas look like-
They don't smoke crack? They on the verge of smokin' crack
All my opps is fuckin' sad

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, they ain't got no hoes
Opps look like they shop at Marshalls
Opps ain't got no car to park it
Big-for-nothin', creatine-ass niggas
These niggas in the housе, they be wifeys
In 2021, thеy still fightin'
These grown-ass men want Facebook likes
I will kill you and give you Facebook likes
They gon' say you was misunderstood
They gon' say your grandma protected you from the hood
Put a nigga next to his dead moms
Disrespect a nigga dead moms
Nigga out my mind, make her sell pussy
These niggas go to jail and be pussy
These niggas use the phone when they can
These niggas come home with tuna cans
These niggas come home in jail boots
These niggas got fake-ass jail stories
These niggas ride around in old Camrys
How the fuck you're bald, still live with his parents?
How the fuck your shirt not even name brand?
Look at the beam on the Glock, name brand
My boxers and socks name brand
These niggas share clothes with other men
All my opps be bumpin' my songs
They like, "Why you still diss me in your songs?"
Nigga wanna fight, 'bout to get shot
Pap buyin' Margielas with the Glock
Pap pull out the Glock like Mission: Impossible
Glock go everywhere, Mission: Impossible
I don't give a goddamn if the mission impossible!
This lil' ass Glock is unstoppable!
All the opps at the gym tryna work out
Runnin' up on Neph, it won't work out
Boy, this Glock that I got is undefeated
These niggas cuffin' up bitches with waves
These niggas linkin' up and gettin' robbed
These niggas gettin' ran off they block
Slap the fuck out your granddad!
Fuck you and your dead mans!
These niggas went to special ed school
These niggas got certificates from BOCES
I really broke in shit like [?]
These niggas in they thirties, can't even read
These niggas' bitch suck dick for Chinese
These niggas 6'5" with tight jeans
These niggas catchin' hand-to-hand sales
I'ma call this shit "[?]: Part Two"
I'ma flip QP like Tae Kwon Do
I'ma name this shit "Q Rich"
Got my name in your mouth like a big dick
Take your bitch OT, let her suck dick
My bags look like Jasmine forehead
Straight drop look like jasmine rice
Up that thirty, I ain't tryna fight
Made [?] spin on his head that night

[Intermission]
I'ma loop the beat
I'ma loop the beat, 'cause I know the opps be watchin'
They be listenin'; they got—they got the— in they cars and shit?
They got that cord with the tape that you put in the tape player
You know what I'm sayin'? They listenin' to my shit
Them niggas subscribed (Uh-oh!), so I'ma loop this shit
The beat—the beat got looped
The beat got looped
These niggas out here breakin' down roaches, rollin' them shits up
These niggas—these niggas never seen—
These niggas—these niggas is ashy like Boosie!

[Verse 2]
These niggas, all day, laid up with hoes
These niggas politickin' 'bout clothes
These niggas sellin Percs one by one
I will shoot you niggas one by one
Y'all niggas look like hoes with y'all guns
Slidin' through that bitch like Lil Tray Tray
BOOM! Dreads everywhere
R-R-RAH! Muscles everywhere
AR look like it go to Planet Fitness
Glock look like it go to Planet Fitness
.357 be benchpressin'
Compact .40 got triceps
Hunting knife, put it through your abs
These niggas move like AR-Ab
They say they slimes, they don't wash they ass
Fuck that, bitch, I'm 'bout to black!
Uppercut, duck, weave and jab!
Jump out my sleep and beat your ass!
I will beat your ass like the darkskin [?]!
Ain't no round three, shoot the shit out your ass!
All my opps shop at the mall at Marshalls!
These niggas don't want they girl to divorce 'em!
Glock look like a fat bitch named Portia!
Slide through [?]!
NYEOO BOOO R-R-RAH!
Every one of 'em goners!
I ain't tryna go broke, Adrien Broner!