RUN FOREST Lyrics

Oh the game is on, shit

I think that's how we did the last one too with the game on

That's a good look, ha

Run it

Like truthfully you niggas wack

I gotta say

I just need like 60 racks

Like twice a day

I just need like 60 racks

Like twice a day

Yeah we outside yeah the city back

Braids used to rock with the waves

You judge her you like you TD jakes

Bring that shit here matter fact

I been hitting that shit for days

Take your shit like gimme that

Changed the game I switched the play

And put that on my fitted cap

I'm takin shots no fadeaway

Singing like she roger zap

Movie put it on the slate

Enchilada that's a wrap

You just run away forest

Fuck don't gotta pay for it

What you think just ain't important

Thankful everyday lord

I start it here you do the rest

Making moves I'm playin chess

You pay the ref

Doing more I'm saying less

They go right I'm to the left

I'm a hidden treasure chest

Buttons what they finna press

It's cool cause she get undressed

She expressing interest

We cut it up we intersect

Games I ain't into that

Shit stain bin of trash

Big shame shit don't last

Not the same that's in the past

Shit change chasing cash

Nice skirt big old ass

Might swerve

Still don't crash

Iceberg hit her with the nice words in a flash

Piped her did the dash

He a cut, this a slash

Time flies like the fucking sand turns into glass

I just need like 60 racks

Like twice a day

I just need like 60 racks

Like twice a day

I said you just run away forest

Fuck don't gotta pay for it

What you think just ain't important

Thankful everyday lord

Niggas corn to the cob

She at the door on my knob

Stay scoring off the lob

Shades on in a drop

Looking at the ocean spent a year across the Atlantic

Going up it's Nasdaq and Leo like it's Aslan

She just wet like Atlantis

LANi gonna save the planet

Niggas don't fucking panic

Changing all your programming

I ain't even from Earth bro

I just put in work bro

No I'm not commercial

No I'm not commercial

I'm a child feel like indigo

Life highs nigga and the lows

Yeah the stratosphere where I'm finna go

Super fancy in some dinner clothes

They like who is he yeah you finna know

Winter cold and the tint is low

Articuno yeah boy it's mythical