Forrest Gump (feat. ABG Neal, Sheff G & Sleepy Hallow) [Remix]

Snakes, aye

Yeah, on the block with my mans, tote the Glock in my pants
Throw the rock with my hands, throwing shots, it go blam (uhh, son)
Bitch, when I fuck you, don't pull on my braids
Tell my ex, "Suck a dick," hope that smut 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 for 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 bust out .83 and make 'em hula 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 coupe, I might just shoot at you
He acting 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, it go doo-doo-doo

Oh what, pull up, we bustin', out for discussion
We play with drums like shit is percussion
Stay with the hammer like this is construction
Drink too much Henney, might shoot up the function
I want the cuff and I only want focus
Sippin' his doozy, I might just start dumpin'
Take down the plug and now we got nothin'
Child steady boomin', they got my phone jumpin'

Niggas they see me and start Forrest Gump-in'
They talkin' hot but I know they be bluffin'
(Niggas they see me and start Forrest Gump-in')
(They talkin' hot but I know they be bluffin')

Look, watch how that trap jump
Run of on King, get your ass slumped
And I just connect from a bad one
If you don't know, you better ask some'
The blinkers on me, I won't pass none
Them shooters know me 'cause I am one
We still scorin', all for M1
And I fell in love with a handgun

Look, back out, she wanna fuck, tell her, "Not now"
Front on the game, get you knocked out
Choke on my name, I'ma pop out
Slot with the set, I'ma hop out
Yeah, slot with the set, I'ma hop out
Yeah, slot with the set, I'ma hop out

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 for my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape

Look, they say Sheff G, he pack the tool
The screws ain't tight, he let it loose
Look, run up, we blast, shoot 'em down but they get out the way
Duck like goose, huh
Shoot again, really be scorin' shit
We get the ball and they tryin' to loose, huh
Move again, we need it all, get you stuck if you sticky
Shoot to chew, huh

They know who shot his ass, huh, shot his cousin ass
Stupid, you ain't fast, spot him any rate
We go spin again, drill a drill again
Act like you ain't know, huh, we gon' sell some mo'
We ain't knockin', bitch, we kickin' on the door, huh
Bitch, we need the dough

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 for my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Rogers, Tegan Chambers, Neal Murphy, Darius Tensley, Michael Kyle Williams
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