Walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
talk, walk, walk, talk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Talk, talk, walk, talk, walk
Talk, walk, walk, walk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
I got lots of drug dealers (I got lots of drug dealers)
I be gettin' in my feelings (I be gettin' in my feelings)
I got problems with the women (I got problems with the women)
Tell them hoes I ain't perfect
I don't really know how I live in the streets
I be dyin' everyday, tryna keep it all discrete
I be ****ing up my life, I don't really give a shit
Poppin' pills in my room, I can count on counterfeit
I don't really give a **** about the lighters in my room
I don't give a **** if I know nobody in the room
I'll shoot 'em down anyway, bitches can't consume
All this swag up in my pocket (What?)
'Cause you know you lose your cool (What? Ayy, ayy)
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
Free drugs
When I pull up with your bitch
Don't give a **** if you're rich
Don't give a ****, bitch, I'm lit
Diggin' my dick in her ribs
Kissing her pussy with my lips
I kill the bitches, no shit
I kill the bitch and dip
Skeet, skeet with the jets
Beat up, beat up on the bitch (Okay)
Homie, what the **** you lookin' (Okay)
I got your bitch and she cookin' (Okay)
Sucking my dick like a rookie
Derek Jeter, I'm a rookie
Tell 'em we makin' a movie
I'm finna buss on her boobies
Drugs on me, I'm a junkie
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Talk, walk, walk, talk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Talk, talk, walk, talk, walk, talk
Walk, walk, walk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk