Forest Lawn Lyrics

Forest Lawn Lyrics

[Westside Gunn:]
Brrr
Doot-doot
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Ayo, ayo

I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Four pound automatic (Automatic)
Turn one to three, I'm talking magic (I'm talking magic)
My Telfar saggin' (My Telfar saggin')
See through Margiella mask with the matte tip (Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Everybody wish they was this
Jumpsuit was Undercover, got the best work on my mother
Take one hit, I bat his brother
Got five runners for the summer, they gon' bring me all that
I'ma buy guns for you suckers, I'ma buy more Johnny Dang
Two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang
I'ma shoot out the sun roof, gloves on, Alexander Wang
Y'all keep acting like y'all live sh*t, y'all ain't sh*t (f**k y'all niggas)
Y'all be lusting on IG, I f**ked that b**ch
I got money on money, I could get you killed
All my niggas got bodies, 223's gon' split yo sh*t (Split yo sh*t)

I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave

[2 Chainz:]
My foyer got stamina, arm and a hammer
Now I'ma get rich in this b**ch
My money so tall, like wood on some stilts
So tippy-toe, hopping the fence
I pop in ya, popping my wrist
Mention my name when you pull out the list
I'm leading scorer, a couple assists
I'm in a foreign surrounded my bricks
You on the floor surrounded by sticks
You want some more, you gonna get it
On 22s, a word to Emmitt
When I'm in first, your foes defend me
Coming in first, your folks offend me
I'm in the Rolls, no first ammendemnt
I close the gap, I told my dentist
I used to trap next door to Wendys
I-I got 'em tweaking now (Tweaking now)
Probably no sleeping now (Sleeping now)
I pop with the beacon, you know what I'm speaking
With gasoline seeping out (f**k that sh*t, boy)
Extendo is peeking out, the lookout is peeking out
You know I ain't preaching, mama my mental
They gotta come see me now, Tony

[Westside Gunn:]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f**k with me
I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave

[Armani Caesar:]
'Mani Ceas', the dame with the gang
Griselda the crew, we the clique with the wave
Boss b**ch, queen of my lane
Been running it up like I'm getting in shape
f**k it, I just gave my own self a raise
Which one I'ma cop, Bentley or Wraith?
Mic'in 'em both just to play in they face
Tell them white b**ches to stay in they place
These rappers gettin' so aggy
It ain't respected unless a b**ch at me
Armani's closet, fit got him gagging
You in designer, still looking tacky
My chain on Johnny Dang, my bank account put these niggas to shame (Haha)
You doing spreads with all of them 20s
Please put them lil' bitty racks away, woo
Upping sticks, while I'm uppin' dicks
While you suckin' dick, I be sucking bricks
Boss b**ch, and I'm f**king rich
Wish I would be pressed 'bout another b**ch
Saint Laurent, it ain't even out yet
I ain't shopping at no f**king outlet
In Milan with my hands outstretched
Living room with Versace couch sets

[Outro:]
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best sh*t