Forest Lawn

Featuring Armani Caesar & 2 Chainz

Produced By Camoflauge Monk

Written By Westside Gunn, 2 Chainz, Armani Caesar & Camoflauge Monk

[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 fk 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 fk 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 fk 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 fk 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 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

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 suckers, 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 shii, y'all ain't shii (Fk y'all n*s)

Y'all be lusting on IG, I fked that b*ch

I got money on money, I could get you killed

All my n*s got bodies, .223's gon' split yo shii (Split yo shii)

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]

I take these words to my grave, can't nobody fk 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 fk 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 fk 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 fk 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 bih

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 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

Coming 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 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 (Fk that shii, 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 fk 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 fk 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 fk 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 fk with me

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*ch, queen of my lane

Been runnin' it up like I'm gettin' in shape

Fk 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*ches to stay in they place

These rackies get 'em so aggy

It ain't respected unless a b*ch 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*s 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' ****s

While you suckin' ****, I be fluffin' bricks

Boss b*ch and I'm fkin' rich

Wish I would be pressed 'bout another b*ch

Saint Laurent, it ain't even out yet

I ain't shoppin' at no fkin' 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 shii