Walk It Out Freestyle (Bonus) Lyrics

Hit that bitch one time and make her dip, baby, you gotta walk it out

Whip his eyeball out and make him eat it, I told him to watch his mouth

Ain't no fronta in this town, I'm finna roll a dark stout

Old bitch see blue checks up in my followers, now she wanna pout

Off that drink, I'm feelin' good, sing to yo' bitch like Harry Styles

Told my fans to mosh pit, I'm too big to jump up in a crowd

Cut my ex-bitch off, she spilled my cup, I sued for four hundred

When we ride, we go all black, look like a pack of crow's hunting

Pockets full of Smurfs, my baby, yeah, I got them blues on me

Yeah, he got a gun, but he still pussy, ever seen a gay Tony

Almost cut the chef hand off, he tried to serve me bologna

Think my name, Tyrone, every time I look up, niggas tryna clone me

New bitch, at Sekai, she breakin' tricks down eye to eye

Good aim, I can shoot a fly, puttin' belt to ass like Cobra Kai

All I smoke is gas, my left lung can start a car

My cup raw like caviar, 2XX, I'ma take this rap shit far

When I rap, you gotta mask up, nigga, this shit can get sick

Yo' bitch watchin' every step I take like a fuckin' Fitbit

Slim bitch, don't really got no ass, but shit, her tits sitting

Huh, and this ain't rap, nigga, this shit talkin', you would think I'm from the Mitten

Huh, cup white as Chloe, that bitch filled with Tristan

Gotta take yo' time, hittin' them Runtz, they punch like Sonny Liston

Told my team, just follow my lead, put trust in me, I'ma complete the mission

Almost slapped this hoe, she bit my Jimmy, it felt like a circumcision

Pullin' bad hoes and I'm rammin' em, she said I'm the man, no Tamela

Drinking lean fucked up my stamina, I get all my scripts from Pamela

Tryna stuff two zips in his za bag, I'm takin' nugs and crammin' em

Gotta wear my frames when I'm outside so I can see my parameters

Plug got every weapon I can think of, he the Green Lantern

Gotta move swift when I'm in these hick towns, I almost shot a Tanner

Couldn't find no purp, so I'm pourin' gamma, I'm turnin' Bruce Banner

Only like classy bitches Y'all attitude, you gotta have some manners

Huh, shit, and I told her, walk it out

Know some niggas makin' bands off green like they work at a sprouts

ARP binary trigger, barrel look like it's a donkey snout

Let's go trap for trap, we have motion, y'all niggas in a drought

Walk it out

Shit, and I told her, walk it out

Know some niggas makin' money off green like they work at a sprouts

Shit, come on

Remix God nigga