CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Forrest Gump
(You is a b*t*h if you turn this sh*t off)
Bad model b*t*h want my son
Rollin' that tiki zaza in a blunt
My white plug stay callin' me a son of a gun
I'll take a n***a b*t*h, I f**k her and made her c*m
And if a n***a slide on yvngxchris, then he done
No blick, no stick, yeah, that n***a type dumb
Rotate on a n***a block, then it get spun
Y'all n***as could never spit like Chris
I did this sh*t, I'm callin' up my shooter to get you hit
Bullet make him turn and twist and flip and sh*t
Flip the b*t*h and give her backshots, d**k and sh*t
I got a b*t*h tryna cover, have my kids and sh*t
No blicks and sh*t, I beat a n***a fist to fist
Or fist to face, I hit a b*t*h right up in her chest, make her t**s deflate
And last night, with your b*t*h in my bed, had to d**k her face, I really hope he didn't catch the date
Told her n***a, "I could pack your b*t*h and grab her t**s"
I had to ask the b*t*h like, "Can you come and gag and spit?"
I hit that b*t*h on the phone, told her, "Gag on the d**k"
B.B. belt on my waist, still saggin' and sh*t
Heard guns clappin', what happened, lil' b*t*h?
And I'm steady laughin', n***as mad in this b*t*h
I'm a damn savage, I'm the type of n***a make a little dumb bad b*t*h drop bags on the d**k
Two hundred on the dash, goin' fast than a b*t*h through traffic, seatbelt fastened and sh*t
And I'm smokin' the check 'til it's done
I walk in the club with no f**kin' ID and they still let me come
I told that ho, "Give me my gun"
Big-a** Glock make a f**k n***a run (Run, Forrest, run)
Glock make a n***a run fast, Forrest Gump
Got a shawty, finna suck that for a month
And I pull up on a pu**y lil' n***a for talkin' tough
And lil' shawty was lovin' me, f**kin' me, suckin' me up
And I don't want your company, buddy, I'm f**kin' a sl*t
And you better lick it up and tell a young n***a, "Nut"
Pull up with a Glock, aim it at a young n***a gut
Yeah, we finna burn 'em, right after, return 'em, I aim at his sternum
B*t*h, I'm rockin' Off-White, R.I.P. Virgil
Guess I'm finna drop nine n***as, I heard 'em
Y'all keep askin' me like do I really bust 'cause I don't actually really do all this stuff?
But if you askin' me, I can never be touched 'cause in reality, y'all v***** as f**k
Bad model b*t*h want my son
Rollin' that tiki zaza in a blunt
My white plug stay callin' me a son of a gun
I'll take a n***a b*t*h, I f**k her and made her c*m
And if a n***a slide on yvngxchris, then he done
No blick, no stick, yeah, that n***a type dumb
Rotate on a n***a block, then it get spun
Y'all n***as could never spit like Chris
I did this sh*t, I'm callin' up my shooter to get you hit
Bullet make him turn and twist and flip and sh*t
Flip the b*t*h and give her backshots, d**k and sh*t
I got a b*t*h tryna cover, have my kids and sh*t
No blicks and sh*t, I beat a n***a fist to fist
Or fist to face, I hit a b*t*h right up in her chest, make her t**s deflate
And last night, with your b*t*h in my bed, had to d**k her face, I really hope he didn't catch the date
Told her n***a, "I could pack your b*t*h and grab her t**s"
I had to ask the b*t*h like, "Can you come and gag and spit?"
I hit that b*t*h on the phone, told her, "Gag on the d**k"
B.B. belt on my waist, still saggin' and sh*t
Heard guns clappin', what happened, lil' b*t*h?
And I'm steady laughin', n***as mad in this b*t*h
I'm a damn savage, I'm the type of n***a make a little dumb bad b*t*h drop bags on the d**k
Two hundred on the dash, goin' fast than a b*t*h through traffic, seatbelt fastened and sh*t
And I'm smokin' the check 'til it's done
I walk in the club with no f**kin' ID and they still let me come
I told that ho, "Give me my gun"
Big-a** Glock make a f**k n***a run (Run, Forrest, run)
Glock make a n***a run fast, Forrest Gump
Got a shawty, finna suck that for a month
And I pull up on a pu**y lil' n***a for talkin' tough
And lil' shawty was lovin' me, f**kin' me, suckin' me up
And I don't want your company, buddy, I'm f**kin' a sl*t
And you better lick it up and tell a young n***a, "Nut"
Pull up with a Glock, aim it at a young n***a gut
Yeah, we finna burn 'em, right after, return 'em, I aim at his sternum
B*t*h, I'm rockin' Off-White, R.I.P. Virgil
Guess I'm finna drop nine n***as, I heard 'em
Y'all keep askin' me like do I really bust 'cause I don't actually really do all this stuff?
But if you askin' me, I can never be touched 'cause in reality, y'all v***** as f**k
