Текст песни
If I was Forrest
Woulda ran jenny
Cross the country
In Cortez's
Stop for hydration
Cup a dat pain
Always gotta make a Pit stop in Texas
Up and down each coast
To the top of Saint Helen
Movin mountains
How she sellin'
Mister
Misses
Smith n Wesson
Lessons
Inside of this plexin'
No matter
Which side of da gun
You facing
That click for eternity
Get dropped and unloaded
Either rot in a box
Dead 'fore 33
Gone in the wind
Never heard of he
Couple months later
You history
I'ma let the bitch run mouth
All damn day
Can't run laps
Run it far away from me
Now she beggin
To come out
Both pockets
Come n go
Like a pendulum
Playa blow a whole acre
Smoke a hunnid million blunts
Hoe wont get one puff
Got a bitch on her best behavior
How the smoke
Blowin' never ending now
Ain't never gotta get ready
Steady fetti
We collectin' now
Good mouth
Need it now and later
Disappear
She aint gon hear one poof
Confess to these prior sins
Writing my penance
Off this Jesus juice
To the cash
GPS paper route
Chrome blades on that tapered coupe
Nothin' else
For the youth to do
When a substance
Increase they due's