Walk Out Lyrics

Forty on my hip, lil bitch this ain't no Smith and Wesson

14 on this bitch he cooking he don't give a fuck, he reckless Springfield on my body yeah I use it for protection

Hoe this heartbeat pounding from the drugs just like I'm stepping

He always hitting triple doubles, back to back just like he's Stephen

Lil' hoe you know I'm independent, I ain't signing to no Geffen

And you know that I ain't playing yeah I really know my weapons

I'll really lock in everyday because this shit part of my schedule

Say my name in front of the law and your ass really in trouble

I'm really skirting skirting off yeah I hit the intersection

Facing demons, facing demons, lil hoe I don't know what I'm doing

My bitch is bad as fuck she fluent personality translucent

She on that GTG agenda yeah you know she is influenced

Me and my bitch we got no friends but they following the movement

It's been a year since I told myself

I don't know if I can do it

We ain't even hit the best part, but we just getting to it

We don't even got the best cars I can't wait till I get my check large

Throw the pack up in the air and they don't even intercept ours

Throw the pack up in the air, and I know nobody gone catch it

Why did I see him on the news Oh shit did he get caught lacking

That lil hoe ain't from New York but I tell you she can jack it

Whoa whoa I'm getting too cold I need to go put on a jacket

Tell me why you wanna copy me you got that shit on backwards

Toss me up a rolling paper I rarely fuck with the backwoods

Right now it's getting towards the end just wait till we hit the next chapter

I be preaching I be preaching but I'm nowhere towards a pastor

What he do I do it better run that check up even faster

Got the money like I'm serving I ain't nowhere near a trapper

If that shorty on some bullshit I swear that you can have her

Yeah, this life is what I'm living for I know that I'm a have it

I'm just going by my way I ain't tryna cause a havoc

If a motherfucker trying me I'm reaching for my ratchet

My chain on bitch you cannot snatch it I get that goal like Intiesta

I had to walk out the room because that bitch was being extra

I hit him up not bulletproof the gun don't even got attachments

Why he always losing money Man I swear that shit's so tragic

Make two songs up in a week let me tell you you should stop rapping

I think that you should quit already cause your career is collapsing

I think that you should quit already cause your career is collapsing