Forrest Gump Was Trickin' Lyrics

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