Forest

Lyrics

[Intro] Southside shit, yeah Run that up, Rico Yeah [Verse 1] That boy never, bend block (Grrrt, nah) Probably never took a loss (Uh, yeah) Send my lil' nigga at you, he got a tool on the string No tellin' what a nigga do for the win Stuck in the bricks, now it's bricks 'round the crib Grindin', bitch, I need some gates 'round the crib Just left my dawg crib, got a call Jakes ran through, had with sticks in the crib (Uh, huh) Got me checkin' the windows Paranoid, I see death in my dreams They ain't even know what I mean Probably think I'm geekin' off RP's Ain't talk to bros for a week M.I.A., missing in action Probably be in Miami all weekend, uh, huh Hope you know what I mean Check my phone, it's a kill every moment So it's hundred dollar steak in the evening Can't complain, I'm just livin' my life, one life Thirty pokin' when I'm outside Ready any moment, got many rivals Brodie put him up, yeah, he got titles (Got titles, for real) [Chorus] Remember me when it's all finished, huh Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished, yeah Shoot 'til it's finished, yeah Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished Being lone' ain't got no price Why the close ones always be the first one to leave? (Okay), okay, okay Turn to my dawg, I say that I got him We hittin' the spot, and we just tryna drop 'em Whatever in the clip, tryna leave in his body (For real, no bap) [Verse 2] I'm stackin' the bread, leave me out them pollies Shoot for my brothers, I'll do it like every time Show you how this Glock work (Grrrt) I'ma make Glock burst Fentanyl, on that still, my nigga, that murder Don't know how to sell? Come 'round, you'll learn it They cross your line? Nigga, burn 'em For you, do it like every time Shoot, do it like every time Started off on the block sellin' straight dimes Knew I was gon' make mine Clocked in, we do not waste time I'm hardbody, but not for my brothers Cartier watch, it's bussin' Okay, yeah [Chorus] Remember me when it's all finished, huh Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished, yeah Shoot 'til it's finished, yeah Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished Being lone' ain't got no price Why the close ones always be the first one to leave? Okay (Okay, okay) Turn to my dawg, I say that I got him We hittin' the spot, and we just tryna drop 'em Whatever in the clip, tryna leave in his body (For real, no bap)