Walkin Lyrics

Haters outside, so I creep why you got shawty on a leash

Don't care if she fine, still think she a treesh

Got a whole lot of swag, know the shit on me

I got diamonds on my belt they shine can't say I'm not on fleek

She say my heart so icy cold I might just buy a Gucci fleece

I throw that cheese all on the floor, I put Off-Weezy on my feet

Hey, what are those? What are these? Nigga, these cost me fifteen hunnid

In Versace sunglasses, you know I can't see nothin

I'm a shark all underwater, I can't fuck with sea monkeys

I eat every beat yummy, tell them keep the beats comin

You are not a street, nigga, you are just a street dummy

I could probably stop rappin' today and still blow wouldn't that be funny

I need too much paper on me for Halloween, think I wanna be a mummy

You can't be mad at me cause you ain't on shit, lil boy, you ain't gettin' no money

Too much lean in my motherlockin' stomach, she want me to hit so she feel in her gut

Too much cash, in my front and back pocket look like I walk around with a mothafuckin' butt

Know the coup too fast, I'ma leave them in the dust done got too high, keep spillin' my cup

And them niggas don't wanna be, them, them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be, them, them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be, them, them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be, them, them niggas wanna be like us

Haters outside, so I creep why you got shawty on a leash

Don't care if she fine, still think she a treesh

Got a whole lot of swag, know the shit on me

I got diamonds on my belt they shine can't say I'm not on fleek

She say my heart so icy cold I might just buy a Gucci fleece

Say, what are those, what are these? Niggas, these cost me fifteen hunnid

In Versace sunglasses, you know I can't see nothin

I'ma shock all in the water, I can't fuck with sea monkeys

I eat every beat, yummy, tell them to keep the beats comin'

You are not a street nigga, you are just a street dummy

I could probably stop rappin' today and still blow wouldn't that be funny

Too much paper on me for Halloween, think I wanna be a mummy

You can't be mad at me, cause you ain't on shit, lil boy, you ain't gettin' no money

Too much lean in my motherlockin' stomach, she want me to hit so she feel in her gut

Too much cash, in my front and back pocket look like I walk around with a mothafuckin' butt

Know the coup too fast, I'ma leave them in the dust done got too high, keep spillin' my cup

And them niggas don't wanna be them

Them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be them

Them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be them

Them niggas wanna be like us

And them niggas don't wanna be them

Them niggas wanna be like us