Forrest Gump
Ay
On the block with my mans
Tote the Glock in my pants
Throw the rock with my hands
Throwing shots, it go blam
So I ain't a bitch when I fuck you, don't pull on my braids
Told my ex, "Suck a dick", hope that smud die from AIDS
And my lil' bitch gave me brain, and I skeet on her face
Got my mask and my gloves, so I won't leave a trace
Caught a charge from my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
It's ABG, I buss ya 83 and make 'em hoola hoop
Who is you? Opps walk past me like they don't know who to shoot
Trap be jumping like a frog, I'm with my dog like Scooby-Doo
Bought my lucky charm, but the diamonds look like Fruity Loops
Like, who is who? I bust up out the coup, I might just shoot at you
He actin' tough, I might just have to show him what that Ruger do
And I'm shootin' like the magic, show 'em what that voodoo do
I'm pullin' up with that, ugh, it go doo, doo-doo
Pull up, we bustin', not for discussion
We play with drums, like shit is percussion
Stay with the hammer, like this's a construction
Drink too much Henny, might shoot up the function
Not with the cuffin', I only want fucking
Sipping this D'Usse, I might just start dumping
Take down the plug, and now we got nothing
Trap steady boomin', they got my phone jumping
Niggas, they see me and start Forrest Gump-ing
They talkin' hot, but I know they be bluffing
(Niggas, they see me and start Forrest Gump-ing
They talking hot, but I know they be bluffing)
On the block with my mans
Tote the Glock in my pants
Throw the rock with my hands
Throwing shots, it go blam
So I ain't a bitch when I fuck you, don't pull on my braids
Told my ex, "Suck a dick", hope that smud die from AIDS
And my lil' bitch gave me brain, and I skeet on her face
Got my mask and my gloves, so I won't leave a trace
Caught a charge from my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
It's ABG, I buss ya 83 and make 'em hoola hoop
Who is you? Opps walk past me like they don't know who to shoot
Trap be jumping like a frog, I'm with my dog like Scooby-Doo
Bought my lucky charm, but the diamonds look like Fruity Loops
Like, who is who? I bust up out the coup, I might just shoot at you
He actin' tough, I might just have to show him what that Ruger do
And I'm shootin' like the magic, show 'em what that voodoo do
I'm pullin' up with that, ugh, it go doo, doo-doo
Pull up, we bustin', not for discussion
We play with drums, like shit is percussion
Stay with the hammer, like this's a construction
Drink too much Henny, might shoot up the function
Not with the cuffin', I only want fucking
Sipping this D'Usse, I might just start dumping
Take down the plug, and now we got nothing
Trap steady boomin', they got my phone jumping
Niggas, they see me and start Forrest Gump-ing
They talkin' hot, but I know they be bluffing
(Niggas, they see me and start Forrest Gump-ing
They talking hot, but I know they be bluffing)
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Writer(s): Andrew Rogers, Timothy Murphy
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