Lyrics Forgot About Me - ZayBang

Look
But they forgot about me
And hmmm hmmm hmmm
Until we got some money

People swear I got some money
And a chain then forget about them
Look, but they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing keep it G

But they swear nigga really got some money
And a chain then forget about them
But they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing, keep it G

I want the Richard Mille, I could do the AP (and I can do that)
And I don't take you serious if nigga sendin' tweets
When niggas killed my brother, we was spinning or some weeks
You never seen a cat with a peanut butter seeds

When niggas talkin' dirty ass, gon' get a nigga bleached
I had to cut my brother off, that nigga, he a leach
If you ain't finna slide, I ain't tryna hear you breach
When I'm off the juice, I don't really get no sleep

Ima nigga still hate, now let them know I peeped
Before I say your name I'll rather leave it in the street
His body on the floor, they tryna cover him with shit
You see me to the neck, but I was really twenty deep

People swear I got some money
And a chain then forget about them
Look, but they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing, keep it G

But they swear nigga really got some money
And a chain then forget about them
But they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing, keep it G

Zero eight The label, I'ma do it for the team
I sip so much juice, shit, I was even sipping green
And you ain't ever seen a Glock twenty with a beam
I'm outside with choppa, tryna stick it in gene

She beggin' for the dick, lil' baby, she a fiend
Push up on a nerve, I'm like, "Nigga, what you mean?"
I was known for doing skits at the age of thirteen
This forty make you dance like the fucking Turffield

And if we got a double bag, then we coming at your street
I don't like when you niggas talk, you niggas talk to the police
And if I got to sell these P's, you know they won't go for cheap
That's crunch time on my mama, better ride with your

People swear I got some money
And a chain then forget about them
Look, but they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing keep it G

But they swear nigga really got some money
And a chain then forget about them
But they forgot about me
Like who the fuck to call, when I'm riding with this Glick
So I was destined off, it ain't nothing,keep it G