Walkin Bad ft. Khaneezy Lyrics

(Uh yea okay)

(Uh what)

(Yea yea yea)

Kept it real too many times eventually done listening

Done caught my old bitch fucking on the homie really sickening

Put my heart on ice when I'm outside you see it glistening

I only hit it once she text me after really missing it

Really missing it

Can't chase a bitch, everyday money getting it

Seen him take a hit of the blunt I don't want it had him fidgeting

Survival of the fittest

Niggas ain't with it

Bring em in the lions den

I don't tell her I love her cause if I did you'll say I be lying then

I had to drop a lot of niggas in the journey they wasn't trying to win

Only time I drop a nigga or a bitch is when they can't keep it 10

All my bitches chasing they be trying cuff me but I'm not interested

Plug get on my nerves he ain't have no wok so I'm sipping triss again

Freak bitch when she with me out in public she act like a timid bitch

Broke nigga posting like he copped a foreign but he really rented it

Pray to God I don't got to sin again

Bring them backwoods and a sprinter van

I'm a run up a couple M's or die trying nigga think I'm 50 cent

Nigga hating now but he been a fan

Bitches waiting on me trying to pick the man

I ain't really trying to fall in love with you if you trying to fuck we can get it in

I done told the bitch not to fall in love

Over time she was giving in

Already knew from the jump that a nigga like would be in this predicament

Lame niggas got the game fucked up doing all that trickin shit

I might give her dick, I can't give her time, really I can't give her shit

Getting money just to spend it on a hoe

Tell me how you getting rich

Only after, caught her in a lie now she trying to play innocent

I can't trust em, so I don't never cuff em

She can't say I did her bad

She was cool until she started getting in her feelings

I don't really got no time for that

These the same bitches niggas in love with

I can see why they mad

I don't really step in the club

When I touch a bag only time I hit my dance

We don't smoke the same the shit we blowing have you on your ass

Now they peeped that I'm a nigga watching moves with pen and pad

Kind of crazy all these bitches with kids and no fucking dad

Versace top with Louie bottom different feeling walking bad