Walt Up on the Beat (feat. Walt Mansa & TriccStarr)

Ayy, walk up on the beat, when I'm done up in the booth Baby know to come to me, niggas beatin' on they bitch Now she wanna roll with Triggy, shh, shh, huh And you know this shit ain't free, sendin' shots to every angle Candlelight, stay beneath, to the top, I'm the pilot You just gotta roll with Triggy, homestead on my apparel We can coach you for a fee, yeah, I'ma throw it in the air This shit coverin' round my feet, gray bags Me, McMorning, keep Sally pullin' up the track Mopars, couple scats, all these bitches a double bag I got hundreds, I got fifties in my stash, so relax At least a nigga in my pocket anytime that I'm in traffic Give her to me, I'ma diss track, I'm still in full lift Couple bros, I'm tryna bust, make it profit, she a pillar I know she can't get enough, every bitch done cost me, ayy She gon' suck it and lick it up, might invest into her business, no for real Walk up on the beat, when I'm done up in the booth Baby know to come to me, niggas beatin' on they bitch Now she wanna roll with Triggy, shh, shh, huh And you know this shit ain't free, walk up on the beat When I'm done up in the booth, baby know to come to me, niggas beatin' on they bitch Now she wanna roll with Triggy, shh, shh, huh And you know this shit ain't free Punchin' in, I used to do, but I love just bein' in traffic In that SRT, that ain't no green face to match it I been punchin' in since the jit, I went bout action I been pimpin' hoes since YTs and flip phones Didn't need no big homie, what the f*ck is a put on? Bitch bro, tell me you want that shit, then get it on your own I was known to hit the road at 18, get it gone I ain't never used my face, yeah, the plug left me lone I was bent, puttin' the hood on it, floodin' all the projects Niggas couldn't afford this Rolex I was up next, and if you didn't have cash app, you know I made you sell me mine Man, it's still free, what's real? Niggas walkin' down they time So we skied up, pull up in that black truck It was bulletproof, so them niggas didn't know to act up Spendin' blocks was a hobby and pushin' weights, exercisin' I was worryin' bout that money comin' in from left and right Walk up on the beat, when I'm done up in the booth, baby know to come to me, niggas beatin' on they bitch Now she wanna roll with Triggy, shh, shh, huh And you know this shit ain't free, sendin' shots to every angle, candlelight, stay beneath, to the top I'm the pilot, you just gotta roll with Triggy Homestead on my apparel, we can coast you four feet Yeah, I'ma throw it in the air, this shit coverin' round my feet, know it's real Thanks for watching