2 Chainz - 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 Four pound automatic (Automatic) Turn one to three, I'm talking magic (I'm talking magic) My Telfar saggin' (My Telfar saggin') See through Margiella 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 Take one hit, I bat his brother Got five runners for the summer, they gon' bring me all that I'ma buy guns for you su*kers, I'ma buy more Johnny Dang Two hundred rounds, watch that thing hang I'ma shoot out the sun roof, gloves on, Alexander Wang Y'all keep acting like y'all live sh*t, y'all ain't sh*t (fu*k y'all ni**as) Y'all be lusting on IG, I fu*ked that b*tch I got money on money, I could get you killed All my ni**as got bodies, 223's gon' split yo sh*t (Split yo sh*t) [Chorus: Westside Gunn] I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k with me I take these words to my grave, 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 b*tch My money so tall, like wood on some stilts So tippy-toe, hopping the fence I pop in ya, popping my wrist Mention my name when you pull out the list I'm leading scorer, a couple assists I'm in a foreign surrounded my 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 Coming in first, your folks offend me I'm in the Rolls, no first ammendemnt I close the gap, I told my dentist I used to trap next door to Wendys I-I got 'em tweaking now (Tweaking now) Probably no sleeping now (Sleeping now) I pop with the beacon, you know what I'm speaking With gasoline seeping out (fu*k that sh*t, boy) Extendo is peeking out, the lookout is peeking out You know I ain't preaching, mama my mental They gotta come see me now, Tony [Chorus: Westside Gunn] I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k 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 fu*k with me I take these words to my grave, I take these words to my grave [Verse 3: Armani Caesar] 'Mani Ceas', the dame with the gang Griselda the crew, we the clique with the wave Boss b*tch, queen of my lane Been running it up like I'm getting in shape fu*k it, I just gave my own self a raise Which one I'ma cop, Bentley or Wraith? Mic'in 'em both just to play in they face Tell them white b*tches to stay in they place These rappers gettin' so aggy It ain't respected unless a b*tch at me Armani's closet, fit got him gagging You in designer, still looking tacky My chain on Johnny Dang, my bank account put these ni**as to shame (Haha) You doing spreads with all of them 20s Please put them lil' bitty racks away, woo Upping sticks, while I'm uppin' dicks While you su*kin' dick, I be su*king bricks Boss b*tch, and I'm fu*king rich Wish I would be pressed 'bout another b*tch Saint Laurent, it ain't even out yet I ain't shopping at no fu*king outlet In Milan with my hands outstretched Living room with Versace couch sets [Outro] Ain't that the word on the street? FLYGOD has the best sh*t