Текст Lil Keed – Forrest Gump

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, oh yeah
Keed, Keed
Keed talk to ’em

Rock star lifestyle, rock star lifestyle, rock star lifestyle (Rock star, rock star)
I ain’t gotta do no race to a ho, when I get there I’m in that (Skrrt, uh-uh)
Yeah, I get in that pussy, that pussy so tight like swimwear (Let’s go, yeah)
Yeah, I fucked the ho, yeah, it’s talkin’ ’bout ?
(God, God)
Yeah, I threw that ho to the curb so fast, no tornado (Yeah-yeah, on God)
Yeah, we spinned the block, we hear ’bout who got headlights out (Yeah, yeah)
Wolf on my shirt, no coyote (No coyote)
Yeah, I did that, bro, let’s roll it, oh, no Rollie-Pollie (Uh-uh)
Yeah, eatin’ pussy like it’s fruit, like it’s Tribeca
Yeah, I ride with that stick, I ride with that blam in my vehicle
Nah, I ain’t gon’ lie, I pull up in a ?
out MG Benz, ooh
And the Glock got a twin too (Ooh-ooh), yeah-ah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah, listen with care, lil’ boy (Yeah-yeah)
Nah, I’m not up for the talk and dicussion, I’m shootin’ at peers, lil’ boy (Ffft)
I came with choppers and choppers (Yeah)
I came with shells, lil’ boy (On God)
I came with motherfuckin’ problems (Woo)
Your mama shed tears, lil’ boy (Woo-woo)
Yeah, I made change ’round here (‘Round here)
No, you not bool ’round here (What?)
You Cleveland, be cool ’round here (Ah)
Condo where the shooters lounge at (Tu-tu-tu)
I went to drip school, nigga (Drip, drip, drip)
And we breakin’ all the rules ’round here (It’s up)

Glocks in my trunk (Let’s go)
It’s a lil’ Gump (Come on)
Yeah, Cortez’s on (Woo), Forrest Gump
Don’t fuck with no Trump’s (Uh-uh, woo, woo)
Forest Bank, nah (Woo), Forrest Gump (Woo, let’s go)
I’m in that bad-ass foreign, nigga, get skunked (Bad-ass, bad-ass, bad-ass)
Pressure denture tell ya that that ass super plump
Perky got me itchin’ on my neck and on my palms (Percocets)
Yeah, and these pants are dilated, this shit got a bump (Say what?)
Yeah, the trap goin’ crazy, just look how it jump (Doo, doo)
You can have the Saint Laurent, dawg, I go buy some Jordans (Jord’, Jord’)
Heard your ho been out here fastin’, she got some bumps
Yeah-eah, runnin’ racks up, no Forrest Gump (Ugh, woo)
Yeah