Lyrical Breakdown of Forget That (feat. Rylo Rodriguez) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby feat. Rylo Rodriguez weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Forget That (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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My diamonds hit harder when the light off I ride private to my shows, just a write-off This beat from Murda (Murda) Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound Thank God, I ain't been broke in a while Do what I do to a T, you my child I left the bitch in the field and she sour Move like a ghost in my town, I got power Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a boaw I'm hit 'em hard, make 'em throw in the towel Don't get 'em started, if you ask me, I'm the hardest Ain't come to play with these boys, I ain't Carti AMG big body, sound like it farted I hurt they feelings, ain't telling' 'em sorry These niggas boring, I'm on some more shit Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin' Ran up ten million and still ain't get cocky Fuck your opinion, don't need it, I'm poppin' Told all the bros catch an opp, then he droppin' Everyone hot on my label, got options Send your deposit, we come to rock shit Breakin' in cars, my lil' bro like a locksmith That nigga throw it up, he on them Roxies Why you keep buyin' these chains and these watches? How can I not? Every day I get profit Upped all my drip 'cause my Crips be watchin' I really go from these projects to projects They gotta take it with ease, they can't stop it Fuck it, ain't letting' 'em breathe, they can die Think 'bout the bros every time I get high Free the guys Baby My diamonds hit harder, I ain't in no competition Not to mention, just a lil' bit richer, can't forget that (Nah) Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered) Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter Naw, I'm trippin', yeah, forget that This the get-back, yeah Had a lil' ten bands, I spent that shit on denim I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah Project runner, I came up playin' cops and robbers You the guy with the badge, and I'm the nigga with the chopper My niggas catch bodies in the daytime (Yeah, yeah) VLONE Runtz, this shit won't make it past a canine I know real trappers that stay on the block, but they don't play lines But if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon I stack that shit up to the ceiling, no more sharin' clothes I bought a pendant, came from Watson, but I ain't proposed Ridin' with an AR, but he got murked with a revolver I sent the crackhead in the pharmacy for cough syrup No, she can't play me, but if she try, I'ma dog her They been askin' questions crazy, "Is you 'bout to drop a tape yet?" Is you tryna go independent? Rylo did you sign with Baby? Rolex like G-Shock to us, that's 'cause we finally made it My diamonds hit harder, I ain't in no competition Not to mention, just a lil' bit richer, can't forget that (Nah) Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered) Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter Naw, I'm trippin', yeah, forget that This the get-back My diamonds hit harder, I ain't in no competition Not to mention, just a lil' bit richer, can't forget that (Nah) Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered) Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter Naw, I'm trippin', yeah, forget that This the get-back, yeah Had a lil' ten bands, I spent that shit on denim