Forrest Gumpin' Lyrics

Yeah, I'm running

Forrest Gumping

Smoking loud and humping

God been looking down

I know He know I'm fronting

Broads, the ones I'm tripping off

Don't love me

Used to cruise it looking lovely

Now I'm bumming rides

I ride the bus

And pay with pennies

Never tripping

Know I'm bouncing back to cop a Bentley

Struggle plenty

Wealth that last a century

Few will get me

Most will try and kill me

That's just how it is

I'm left to deal with envy

Life is filled with drama

Scenes from out an indie

Moving like I'm Indy

Me and Mrs. Jones is getting busy

Boys ain't doing squat, it more like diddly

Out here moving with some clips to empty

Yeah, prick my finger

On top that Mobster shit

Rapping like I owe you boys a hit

Yeah, rapping like I owe you boys a hit

Beef with y'all, but most the time it's just a mystery

Out here glistening

Spitting raps that make them want to listen

Y'all don't get it

Boy, I got me lots of issues

Lots of people all up in my business

Crafting raps, y'all put my ass in Guinness

While I sip a Guinness

Boy, I'm about that action like I'm Dennis

Boy, my ass a menace

Sending shots that make you think it's Christmas

Yeah, I got me lots of issues

Foot on top their neck until I hear them usher a confession

I don't give no fuck about no repercussion

Get up in your face and get to cussing