Walk Lyrics

When I'm not inside my head, my life a party

Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi

I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started

My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden

W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp

Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp

She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp

We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch

I grew up with none, I'll take anything and make it flip

These blue bills like acetone, I bet they make her strip

I spend a bag, I make a bag, I make it back, I make it quick

Hit the road, I'm back and forth, I fill a tank and make a trip

Let's take a trip, couple acid taps in woods'll have me loose

Boy, I'm like that, I'ma beat yo' ass before you have me shoot

I'm on whatever you on, so is you tryna hit or hit the stu?

Love my Glock so much, she wait for me to black so she get blue

Light my sage and walk around unleashing all my demons

Fell asleep while counting racks, back then I used to dream it

Woke up with that paper on my chest, it had me cheesin

Band it up and hit the mall and have a ball in Neimans

This a big body, take the same space as a ship

You gon' hear 'fore you see me, I got King Kong in the whip

Stuffin' five.56 and seven.6Big2's all in the clip

Play it safe before you die from all that dip on your chip

Bitch

When I'm not inside my head, my life a party

Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi

I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started

My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden

W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp

Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp

She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp

We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch