Walk Lyrics

About to walk on this beat, like I walk with a stick

Bitch, I ain't no pump, but I walk with a limp

All these bitches really dubs, I ain't crying like no simps

Them niggas always dissing till I put that fye to they lip

Born down south, raised up north, where it's really crackin

Flip the switch, now it's automatic, let this nigga have it

I'm in traffic with this pole, nigga, I ain't never lacking

I'm a cold nigga, rocking short sleeves in the winter

Your bitch wanna fuck, tell her, proceed, let me smack it

I spilled codeine on this hoe jeans need a napkin

Why them niggas get on IG and post? Cause they actors

Niggas never on they block quick to spin like it's practice

Know it's rules up in the street, nigga, so you make the right choices

Better watch your bitch, niggas slimy pick your poison

I can hear my mama talk at night I be hearing voices

Niggas talk, but they ain't with that shit, they be avoiding

Niggas plottin', so I stay away from niggas back door open

Paint a picture with these lyrics like no other, I'm a poet

Said she wanna drive the boat, sip the casa, so I'ma pour it

Walk up on the block with my chains at night, I be glowing

Roll a wood now my body, feelin' right, I be soaring

Me and Max at 14, toting pipes in the morning

Made her pop a perc ten all night, she be moaning

I done threw the buffs on, big papa in the moment

All them racks, they be postin', they be owing

Flip the pack, stolo those swerving till the morning

Her coochie fat, I popped a perc cause I ain't going

All that lying in y'all raps, niggas bogus

Gen 5, it's a Glock I be toting

Beat your ass like your pops, like you owe me something

Never lied on no rap, I ain't told on nothing

I'm in love with the green like I work at Publix

About to walk on this beat, like I walk with a stick

Bitch, I ain't no pump, but I walk with a limp

All these bitches really dubs, I ain't crying like no simps

Them niggas always dissing till I put that fye to they lip

Born down south, raised up north, where it's really crackin

Flip the switch, now it's automatic, let this nigga have it

I'm in traffic with this pole, nigga, I ain't never lacking

I'm a cold nigga, rocking short sleeves in the winter