Walk !

Bitch I woke up and got too high GLE, AMG, use it for my drive bys I don't know you You don't know me You don't need to drop by Spilt this lean up on my seats Boy i'm finna crash out Money on his head my nigga Bet we get him knocked off Hit that boy just off the net like i'm playing Top Golf Threw that pack for six bands Boy I feel like Jared Goff Hoe think she a city girl You don't know your own cost Girl this life i'm living raw You don't know what you lost 200 on the dash, I gotta prep for takeoff I don't take no disrespect i'm really that You fake boss I kill shit just like a Battle Royale I got to flex bitch I got to floss I'm in that brand new Cedes baby Outside color of Hasselhoff I ain't pressed bout flipping a bitch My brother might want her, I pass her off Lil boy you fake you couldn't even pass the test All you do is pillow talk But you got to talk the talk And you know the rest So go head and walk this off Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk Lil boy i'm back in this bitch Money on me bitch i'm having the racks yeah i'm rich Bust down the watch on my wrist Came back to your city I think I met with your bitch I put a glock on the switch f*ck, I put a switch on the glock I keep smoking this weed too much They told me that I need to stop Paper on me Bitch I got a hunnid bands Hunnid bands Hunnids bands Nigga i'm getting this guap He got a vest but it do not matter to a hunter man Hunt that man, aim at his top Told her kick rocks if she is not giving it Thirty round mag but I thought bout extending it He talking crazy i'm putting a end to it I do not love her, I wanna get intimate Bitch I woke up and got too high GLE, AMG, use it for my drive bys I don't know you You don't know me You don't need to drop by Spilt this lean up on my seats Boy i'm finna crash out