Teejayx6 - Forgot My Bars lyrics

Niggas askin' why my pants saggin'
Probably 'cause of this Glock 23
I'm never lackin' bitch keep callin'
Tryna ask what's our current status
Run into your crib like I need everything
Rip up the whole mattress
The IRS gon' have to come and get me
I ain't payin' taxes
Niggas workin' for a job everyday
Checkin' in with master
He was already down, I shot him again
He checked out faster
Tell a label come with a hundred million
They can have my masters

Damn, I just forgot the next bar
What the fuck I just say? I just, no, no, no
What the fuck I just say?

None of my plays goin' through
It is just not my day
You don't look out for your niggas
That is just not okay
Nigga callin' me his mans and
We just met today
You shoppin' with the wrong niggas
You just got your ass laced
Your mans might be hatin' on the low
Test him and see if he two-faced
Them Rolex be too cheap
Fuck the red and blue face
I'm 'bout to get this shit sold
I want the green and
I'm 'bout to hop out in the field
Let me tie my shoelaces
Money comin' in in bags
It's like a nigga printin' paper
'Bout to make some fake IDs
I need some ink and printing paper
Choke slam a nigga on his back
And beat his ass like
How you want it? I'll square up with a
Nigga and chase him down with a laser

Alright, what the fuck was I
'bout to say again?
I keep forgettin' my bars
Alright, yeah, alright i got it, I got it

I'll make a nigga beatbox, SpotGottem
Oh, you need some weed, drank
And Percs? Pull up, the spot got it
This nigga said he wanna drive the weed back
Just lobby it remember bein' twenty deep in
The hood just mobbin'
My lil' niggas be slidin'
Everyday while they dodgin'
When I get my foot in the industry
I'ma dominate
I got some indoor bowls for 23
But they half shake
Shot a nigga in his right arm
Now he half bake
I got on Supreme and Louis V
The one collab they made
Every time a nigga tell a story
He over exaggerate it's crazy
A nigga will run off over a lil' pape
But you know I ain't trippin' 'cause
I still got a full plate
She asked for my number and I
Gave the bitch the full eight
Throw the Glock to my mans
He gon' pull that bitch like Clay
Think I need a money counter
I've been countin' shit all day
I done made at least five to
Ten racks in each state, count that up

I keep fuckin' forgettin' my bars
Punch me, no, no, no, don't punch me in, man
Fuck this, I'm leavin', I'm leavin', man
Fuck this
Alright, I'm 'bout to come out there