Yuh
Yeah
Ooh ooh
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Yeah I get a whip (Damn)
Go from religion
Burning the bridges
I'm on a mission
Ride or die
We multiply
You stay on the floor
We go past the sky (Okay)
Bitch (Uh) you talking bricks
You talking shit
40 gon miss yeah
And we gon talk to your fist?
Jousting can't count all the bands
I try to go for the case
If you try to go for my mayne
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Pull up on the spot dripping hot sauce
Dipping a wing in it
I just be singing this shit
I'll be feeling a bitch
With one flick of my wrist
To the top of the list
I'll be earning this shit
Don't run your mouth with a glass jar
Kicking your dope with no mask on
Flex on an ex with a cash wad
Shut down the club get my smash on
Super Saiyan
Savage rain
Ruger spraying
Switching lanes
Getting brain
Golden chain
Kruger slaying
Balling crazy
I just bought a crib and a bitch
Came with it hundred thousand dollars and a trunk full of chicken
I be dropping hits so hot need mittens she be on all fours so I call her my kitten
I don't give a f*ck what I'm supposed to be
Gemstone dripping all over me
Whipping up bricks just overseas
Profit on fleek need rosary
Forrest Fire, Forrest Fire
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Previously Unreleased - Forrest Fire (feat. Miombo) [Prod. Komplexx Beatz] Lyrics
Previously Unreleased - Forrest Fire (feat. Miombo) [Prod. Komplexx Beatz] Lyrics
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Yuh
Yeah
Ooh ooh
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Yeah I get a whip (Damn)
Go from religion
Burning the bridges
I'm on a mission
Ride or die
We multiply
You stay on the floor
We go past the sky (Okay)
Bitch (Uh) you talking bricks
You talking shit
40 gon miss yeah
And we gon talk to your fist?
Jousting can't count all the bands
I try to go for the case
If you try to go for my mayne
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Pull up on the spot dripping hot sauce
Dipping a wing in it
I just be singing this shit
I'll be feeling a bitch
With one flick of my wrist
To the top of the list
I'll be earning this shit
Don't run your mouth with a glass jar
Kicking your dope with no mask on
Flex on an ex with a cash wad
Shut down the club get my smash on
Super Saiyan
Savage rain
Ruger spraying
Switching lanes
Getting brain
Golden chain
Kruger slaying
Balling crazy
I just bought a crib and a bitch
Came with it hundred thousand dollars and a trunk full of chicken
I be dropping hits so hot need mittens she be on all fours so I call her my kitten
I don't give a f*ck what I'm supposed to be
Gemstone dripping all over me
Whipping up bricks just overseas
Profit on fleek need rosary
Forrest Fire, Forrest Fire
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Yeah
Ooh ooh
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Yeah I get a whip (Damn)
Go from religion
Burning the bridges
I'm on a mission
Ride or die
We multiply
You stay on the floor
We go past the sky (Okay)
Bitch (Uh) you talking bricks
You talking shit
40 gon miss yeah
And we gon talk to your fist?
Jousting can't count all the bands
I try to go for the case
If you try to go for my mayne
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Pull up on the spot dripping hot sauce
Dipping a wing in it
I just be singing this shit
I'll be feeling a bitch
With one flick of my wrist
To the top of the list
I'll be earning this shit
Don't run your mouth with a glass jar
Kicking your dope with no mask on
Flex on an ex with a cash wad
Shut down the club get my smash on
Super Saiyan
Savage rain
Ruger spraying
Switching lanes
Getting brain
Golden chain
Kruger slaying
Balling crazy
I just bought a crib and a bitch
Came with it hundred thousand dollars and a trunk full of chicken
I be dropping hits so hot need mittens she be on all fours so I call her my kitten
I don't give a f*ck what I'm supposed to be
Gemstone dripping all over me
Whipping up bricks just overseas
Profit on fleek need rosary
Forrest Fire, Forrest Fire
If your check don't clear we gon pull up at your crib with a fist full of hittas
You don't give me my bread not even the feds gon look for your
Litter
Walk off your bitch hop into the Porsche I ain't to force her
Now we one for one with your ass on the ground got got took down
Writer: Andres Liviola, Ben Silver
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Previously Unreleased
Language: English
Length: 3:32
Written by: Andres Liviola, Ben Silver