My Forte lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in the room with 7 titties, that's 4 b*tches with one missin'
With eleven twisted up Sherbinskis, some Bodillaz
Her 450, cookin' dope in a gold skillet
Bumpin' old 50, hit my robe with the gold stichin'
In my gold kitchen, gold b*tches with painted toes tippin'
All these b*tches taste like chicken, can't name a hoe different
Prolific, was zip-flippin' and kickin' door-hinges
PO done snitched to the boys, he said we all did it
Augmented my lifestyle, so now we all livin'
Get my di*k sucked right now, while in the stall, p*ssin'
Bald b*tches with car skimmers splittin' cigars with us
Couldn't carry us like pallbearers with they paws missin'
Targetin' pus*y n*ggas, hit 'em with arsenic
Starvin', b*tch, hit the kitchen, make something marvellous
Partial splits, I can't get with; b*tch, I need all of it
AUG equipped, get to spittin', hit up your cardigan
Don't make me pull up and do you like room raiders
Throw your b*tch in a cage and line it with newspapers
Double up, think I love her, but don't play us like dual Segas
'Fore your people search for your body like f*ckin' Tomb Raider
Unh, I'm Voldemort with the whore, don't wan' smell her pus*y
No conversations with shorty, give her emails to book me
I break a b*tch and make her do 17 like Cookie
If I'm sentenced, conjugal visits and dope in her coochie
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a n*gga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b*tches my forte
Unh, yeah, uh huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a n*gga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b*tches my forte

[Verse 2]
Get behind that b*tch like an investment
The game more hectic 'cause I blessed it
When I don't want it no more, I neglect it
Can't even neglect what ain't my possession, number one lesson
These n*ggas soft and sweet as big Texas, so get the message
Pillow Pet ass n*ggas, strap concealed under my shirt
So all you see is silhouettes and black figures
Shoot him in his back, n*gga, so when they turn him over
He easy to recognize like tagged pictures, we blacklist him
Bag him, toe-tag him, and wrap him up like Christmas
Pull all his teeth out like the dentist, now he need dentures
I'm the boy with the frozen soul, I come alive in the winter
Don't eat around me, when I'm hungry, I'll take your dinner
Like, bruh, man, I hate to see n*ggas guts go splat in public
When I bust it, but f*ck it, this snub love it
p*ssin' out windows when we couldn't afford buckets
Now a wrist out the window and glist' on my bicuspids
Play the b*tch, you n*ggas get split like vanilla Dutches
He the snitch, throw the chump in the trunk like he the luggage
Gave him tits, you should not wear jewelry, so, n*gga, tuck it
Fake n*ggas don't got our blood in they genes, they step-cousins
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a n*gga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b*tches my forte
Unh, yeah, uh-huh, okay, okay
Black negroes, San Pellegrinos, Gabbana Dolces
Tax 3 Os, beat a n*gga like he a court case
Feel like Max Keeble, Filipino b*tches my forte