Oliver Francis - Forrest Gump lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Forrest Gump lyrics]
Rollin' it up, yeah
Big bands all in my pockets, ayy, yeah
Ayy, big bands all in my pockets, bitch
I'm runnin' it up
Man, I said fuck the hand I was dealt
Then I went and made my own luck
I take me a quarter ounce of that
Purple weed and I'm rollin' up
We pull up smell some like
That Kush, lil' bitch
You know it's us
Straight up, the way I'm runnin' this
Shit, I'm feelin' like Forrest Gump
Yeah
Some like Halloween 2016 when
Chryse was Forrest Gump
Yeah
Flow so good, bitch, I ain't even
Really gotta switch it up
Uh
Lil' boys trying way too hard, man
Y'all do way too much
I just wanna have my fun and keep one lit
Cut these beats and roll the spliff
I worked my whole life for this
Y'all see my girl, my car, my crib
Without my team, man, I ain't shit
Locked down tight with all my friеnds
Y'all was here beforе we got the bag
And I know y'all be here 'til the end
Man, sometimes you just gotta stop
And re-asses your worth
Walk away from what you want
To find what you deserve
Had to get up out your comfort zone
And go put in some work
So bury me with least a hundred
Thousand when I'm in the dirt
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
Do the same shit every day and
That's the way I like it
Man
Find me coolin' with my
Gang, we self-employed, yeah
We self made
Screamin' fuck all of my opps
I got the sauce
I got the juice
I count up a hunnid thousand
Throw 'bout three up out the roof
Lil' bitch, I'm Polo head to toe
Polo 'til the day I go
If you see me out in public
I be smellin' like some smoke
My seats same color cream soda and my whip
She sittin' low
Poppin' bottles, smokin' dope
And eatin' pancakes à la Mode
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
Yeah, yeah
Big bands all in my pockets, ayy, yeah
Ayy, big bands all in my pockets, bitch
I'm runnin' it up
Man, I said fuck the hand I was dealt
Then I went and made my own luck
I take me a quarter ounce of that
Purple weed and I'm rollin' up
We pull up smell some like
That Kush, lil' bitch
You know it's us
Straight up, the way I'm runnin' this
Shit, I'm feelin' like Forrest Gump
Yeah
Some like Halloween 2016 when
Chryse was Forrest Gump
Yeah
Flow so good, bitch, I ain't even
Really gotta switch it up
Uh
Lil' boys trying way too hard, man
Y'all do way too much
I just wanna have my fun and keep one lit
Cut these beats and roll the spliff
I worked my whole life for this
Y'all see my girl, my car, my crib
Without my team, man, I ain't shit
Locked down tight with all my friеnds
Y'all was here beforе we got the bag
And I know y'all be here 'til the end
Man, sometimes you just gotta stop
And re-asses your worth
Walk away from what you want
To find what you deserve
Had to get up out your comfort zone
And go put in some work
So bury me with least a hundred
Thousand when I'm in the dirt
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
Do the same shit every day and
That's the way I like it
Man
Find me coolin' with my
Gang, we self-employed, yeah
We self made
Screamin' fuck all of my opps
I got the sauce
I got the juice
I count up a hunnid thousand
Throw 'bout three up out the roof
Lil' bitch, I'm Polo head to toe
Polo 'til the day I go
If you see me out in public
I be smellin' like some smoke
My seats same color cream soda and my whip
She sittin' low
Poppin' bottles, smokin' dope
And eatin' pancakes à la Mode
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
You know ever since we came up
We been stacking paper
I been with my day ones
Rappin' 'bout the same old shit
Gettin' money, rollin' some weed
Count at least a hundred thousand
Split that up with the team
Yeah, yeah