Big Walka Lyrics

Big walka, all these blues in my pockets, they be crip walkin

I don't really know if it's me or if the lean talkin

30 in this clip, yeah, I can't miss with this

I don't really care for an image, but I got em' takin' pics, uh

Texaco, what you doin' in the booth, I'm makin' hits

I been chillin' in the trap with my dawgs, Michael Vick, huh

And I'm ridin' with a hammer, so you know I'm too legit, yeah, huh

Bitch quit playing with me, big dawg, You can't lil' boy me

Like Jesus cryin', like, he walked on water

I'm walkin' these beats, yeah

The way that I sip the syrup, huh,

Like, I don't believe in coughin', uh

They say that young nigga fresh to death

Like, he just walk out of the coffin

My heart is cold as ice, just like December the 1st

If he poppin', I'm poppin' it too, uh

I had to go put in work

Lil' Brodie, he ride with a switch

One squeeze and leave everyone murked, huh

What's in my cup? bitch this Tris, I'm swearvin' I might hit the curb

I don't believe in talkin', with the stick, we hop out and start walkin

Plug, he keep sendin' them bags, as soon as they land, you know we gon' off em

Trap rollin', plays comin' back on repeat, huh

I can never lose, and you can't walk in defeat

Ooh, that's a bar for real, though, huh

They like Texaco, boy, you hard as hell, though, huh

We used to smoke mid, we get him through the mail now, mmhmm

Big walka, all these blues in my pockets, they be crip walkin

I don't really know if it's me or if the lean talkin

30 in this clip, yeah, I can't miss with this

I don't really care for an image, but I got em' takin' pics, uh

Texaco, what you doin' in the booth, I'm makin' hits

I been chillin' in the trap with my dawgs, Michael Vick, huh

And I'm ridin' with a hammer, so you know I'm too legit, yeah, huh