Forest Lawn lyrics

[Intro: 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

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

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo (FLYGOD)
Four pound automatic (Automatic)
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Turn one to three, I'm talkin' magic (I'm talkin' magic)
My Telfar saggin' (My Telfar saggin')
See-through Margiela 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 (Ah)
Take one hit, I bat his brother
Got five runners for the summer
They gon' bring me all cash
I'ma buy guns for you suckers
(Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'ma buy more Johnny Dang
Two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I'ma shoot out the sun roof
Gloves on, Alexander Wang
Y'all keep actin' like y'all live sh*t, y'all ain't sh*t (f*ck y'all n*ggas)
Y'all be lustin' on IG, I f*cked that b*tch
I got money on money, I could get you killed (Ah)
All my n*ggas got bodies, .223's gon' split yo sh*t (Split yo sh*t)
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-)
[Chorus: Westside Gunn & 2 Chainz]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f*ck 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*ck 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*ck 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*ck with me
I take these words to my grave (Yeah, Tony, I take these words to my grave)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
My foyer got stamina, arm and a hammer
Now I'ma get rich in this bih
My money so tall, like wood on some stilts
So tippy-toe, hoppin' the fence (Damn)
I pop it, yeah, poppin' my wrist
Mention my name when you pull out the list
I'm leadin' scorer, a couple assists
I'm in a foreign surrounded by 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
Comin' in first, your folks offend me
I'm in the Rolls, no first amendment
I close the gap, I told my dentist
I used to trap next door to Wendy's (Woo)
I-I got 'em tweakin' now (Tweakin' now)
Probably no sleepin' now (Sleepin' now)
I pop with the beacon, you know what I'm speakin'
With gasoline seepin' out (f*ck that sh*t, boy)
Extendo is peekin' out (Mm)
The lookout is peekin' out (Mm, mm)
You know I ain't preachin', Mamba my mental
They gotta come see me now, Tony
[Chorus: Westside Gunn, 2 Chainz & Armani Caesar]
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f*ck with me
I take these words to my grave (I take these words to my grave)
(You know I was gonna pop my sh*t on here)
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f*ck with me
(That's why you sent that sh*t to me, boy)
I take these words to my grave (I take these words to my grave)
(I'm a real, real A-Town n*gga, real trap n*gga, don't play with me)
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f*ck with me
(For real, don't play)
I take these words to my grave (I take these words to my grave)
(Uh, resume ain't got nothin' but yay on Tony, yay on it, it's Mani)
I take these words to my grave, can't nobody f*ck with me (Know what I'm sayin', pounds, yayo, yeah, grams, yayo)
I take these words to my grave (I take these words to my grave)

[Verse 3: Armani Caesar]
Mani Caese, the dame with the gang
Griselda the crew, we the clique with the wave
Boss b*tch, queen of my lane
Been runnin' it up like I'm gettin' in shape
f*ck it, I just gave my own self a raise
Which one I'ma cop, Bentley or Wraith?
Might get 'em both just to play in they face
Tell 'em white b*tches to stay in they place
These rackies get 'em so aggy
It ain't respected unless a b*tch at me
Armani's Closet, fit got 'em gaggin'
You in designer, still lookin' tacky
My chain on Johnny Dang
My bank account put these n*ggas to shame (Haha)
You doing spreads with all of them twenties
Please put them lil' bitty racks away, woo
Uppin' sticks while I'm uppin' di*ks
While you suckin' di*k, I be fluffin' bricks
Boss b*tch and I'm f*ckin' rich
Wish I would be pressed 'bout another b*tch
Saint Laurent, it ain't even out yet
I ain't shoppin' at no f*ckin' outlet
In Milan with my hands outstretched
Livin' room with Versace couch sets
[Outro]
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best sh*t