W4LK ft. Luwop Lyrics

I did the walk to the money like yachty when he took the wocky to Poland

I cannot talk

To these lil bitty thotties

With 200 bodies you hoeing

Stay with my Glock

I keep me a shotty for whoever want me to blow it

Drip like a mop they say that I'm cocky my pockets all snotty with gross shit I

Step on niggas with my shoe and the sole

Ball on niggas ima shoot for the hole

Virtuoso got the tool and it blow

Flow so cold youd think I'm glued to the stove

So much motion I could move all the snow

Pour the potion then I scoop up the hoes

No emotion but I'm cool when I'm low

No commotion niggas poop on the floor

I'm on the road to the money

I swear I been eating so much got me holding my stummy

I'm bout to blow me a Duffy

If he got a problem my nigga we smoking the dummy

Rocking the show cause they love me

Swear that she loyal she really a hoe when it's sunny

So much drip I swear they holding the plumbing

Remember walking through the cold it was muddy

We was walkin through the corner it was muddy

He was talkin I was a Doner It was bloody

V was mockin and then v was poppin cuz t was talkin thought three was his buddy

V was boppin cuz he was Coppin it really turned out only c was his buddy

V was droppin and key was doxin it seems I only wanna hold her with money

Playing with them knives and them glocks

Y'all think your thugs but take no shots

I'm right here but y'all still lost

Stayin with the inc wait till I'm the boss

I'm playing god and all y'all Niggas satan

Got yo bitch Jared up and I'm no mason

Still don't even know where you facin

So Fast in this bitch like caison

It's time I ain't wastin

shit exotic must be Cajun

Remeber to lock it fits in like a socket and you know we never pacin

It's time I ain't wastin

shit exotic must be Cajun

Remeber to lock it fits in like a socket and you know we never pacin

No I'm never racing pull up in a spaceship pull up in a Maserati uh

Fuck the lame games know my name name when I walk up in the party uh

You a lame lame stay up in the same lane I'm a keep on grinding uh

I don't gang bang but I keep a flame for anyone who got a problem uh

I'm finna run up a sac 223 you get hit with the strap

My nigga savage he stay with the Mac uh

I'm never lacking no cap uh

I'm that Nigga that's a fact

Me and virtuoso on the map

Keep a tooley on me on attack

Ima lay it down like a mat then

I did the walk to the money like yachty when he took the wocky to Poland

I cannot talk to these lil bitty thotties with 200 bodies you hoeing

Stay with my Glock I keep me a shotty for whoever want me to blow it

Drip like a mop they say that I'm cocky my pockets on snotty and gross shit I

Step on niggas with my shoe and the sole

Ball on niggas ima shoot for the hole

Virtuoso got the tool and it blow

Flow so cold youd think I'm glued to the stove

So much motion I could move all the snow

Pour the potion then I scoop up the hoes

No emotion but I'm cool when I'm low

No commotion niggas poop on the floor