Walking Out

Lyrics

[Intro] (Turn me up, Primo, let's get it) Turn the headphones up (Primo Beats on the track) Yeah Just like that Iced Up Records, bitch [Verse] Walkin' out of Neimans draggin' bags Walkin' out of— alright Walkin' out of Neimans draggin' bags Walkin' out of Saks draggin' bags You ain't got a bag, get up off your ass Went to Hutch, cashed out a day, I ain't touch a stash Bitch say her booty little, but it's enough to grab Only bought four pair of big B's, it's enough to drag Movin' fast up in the game, I'm a drag artist When I said my first four bars, that's when the bag started You walked in with some dollies on, that's when the laps started I thought my life was in danger, that's when the mag started If the rap don't work, I'ma thug twice Ain't did this before, you ain't got еnough stripes (Man) Ain't rappin' with a nigga if he ain't got enough hypе Me and plug real close, I done copped buds twice Get to flickin' this bitch, this a crud lighter Get to flickin' the 40, hit you with a Budweiser Gotta use the lil' rubber bands to keep the dubs tighter I done flashed a gun in the club, now the club tighter Drunk a six before I came, I'm in the club tired When I get rich, I'm handin' all these niggas dollars I'm off some bullshit, I just fucked a nigga mama Can't be in the mob unless the whole gang have a [?] Takin' shits on all these niggas, let me call Luka Troncic Drinkin' margaritas, eatin' shrimp on the beach in the Bahamas Ain't got a check in the past year that ain't have a comma And I ain't fucked a fan in two weeks with a condom Right, huh, fuck safe sex Bitch, I could feel teeth, you made me hate neck Dog tryna sell me a four, I need a taste test Askin' me what I'm doin', this a drank test Buy the opp's whole hood, I'm a land owner Only want to fuck the bitch, then I put my mans on her I feel bad 'cause I had to put my hands on her Ever Glock got a light on it, I'll put a tan on it Ever heard of YSR? Hmm, I put Gramz on you He got a high point with a 30, hope it jam on him Beat a nigga ass at the beach and put sand on him The opps keep gettin' attacked, I put a fan on 'em Treat him like a new shirt and put a tag on him Drop a nigga in his front yard, I put grass on him [Outro] KrispyLife, bitch It's with a K, dumbass Iced Up Records shit, mmm I gotta know I can't be fucked with Not even— alright Bitch, what up, Primo? (Turn me up, Primo, let's get it) (Primo Beats on the track)