walk down rodeo Lyrics

Yeah, oh my god, yeah

Oh my god, mm-hm

Yeah, oh my god, yeah

Oh my, mm-hm

I'm finna walk down

I'm finna walk down

I'm finna walk down

I'm finna walk

Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh

Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh

Bitch tryna fuck with my dawg

Had to send the hoe off

Glock 45 got nuts, it bust

Why pussies ain't fucking with us

Fake jewelry got they neck turning green

And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh

Taking my time with this shit, never rush

Get to these bands is a must

She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch

She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run

Yeah, mm-hm, shit get real

Pussy can't feel half of what I feel

Ain't talking bout the Navy when I say I crack seals

Don't like how I talk off the drank

Off the drank, real feelings reveal

Got another blonde bitch saying that she caught feels

I ain't ever link the treesh' I don't know what's her deal

Guess she been dreaming 'bout me just taking her to hell

Let my real feelings talk, this shit'll get dark

Bitch, I'm a thug, gotta play my part

They ain't ever pay attention to my arc

These no longer songs, it's autotune art

My ATL shooter like the Mets at the park

Take a drag off the blunt, can't fuck with a cart

Can't fold like a house of cards, I ain't got no heart

Yeah, mm-hm

Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh

Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh

Bitch tryna fuck with my dawg

Had to send the hoe off

Glock 45 got nuts, it bust

Why pussies ain't fucking with us

Fake jewelry got they neck turning green

And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh

Taking my time with this shit, never rush

Get to these bands is a must

She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch

She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run

Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh

Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh

Bitch tryna fuck with my dawg

Had to send the hoe off

Glock 45 got nuts, it bust

Why pussies ain't fucking with us

Fake jewelry got they neck turning green

And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh

Taking my time with this shit, never rush

Get to these bands is a must

She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch

She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run

Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves

Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run