Walk that mile

Lyrics

[Intro: kuru & Moh Bahretta] (Ah) Phew, phew (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah) [Verse 1: kuru] The trip to the spa, I'm with Moh, I'm with Zoe Just came through, yeah it's perfect timing The Yasuyuk' jacket, you can check the lining (Phew) Yeah we up thirty points, said "That boy still whining" Sit back, kick my shit, I'm reclining (Fuck) I'm just doing my thing and they all get to biting Fuck (Phew, phew), fuck Bitch I went [?], ayy You gettin' whacked by this shit If you try we gon' throw up, you're trashin' the pilot, uh Fuck, yeah, I'm goin' wherever, I don't give a fuck 'bout the silence Ayy, keep your pants, whether you ain't tired, I got too many styles Huh, bitch, I got too many stars Stеp in my shoes, you can't walk that mile Bitch, I got too many hits, you can check my filе Hit an [?] quick, I was posted with Kyle Copped me a brand new watch, had to check me the dial I done hit 'em like Dobermann, cop me the opp Slide on this beat, real quick with no— what? Slide on this beat, real quick hundred, ayy Bitch I ball at the party, yeah I feel like Babe Ruth They be hatin', like shit, but I'm speakin' my truth All these hoes do whatever, I do what I do I was posted with Vivi, you smokin' good zoots I got the foreign cigarettes, like I'm smokin' Smoove I just do my thing, then put on for the youth Yeah, them opps too [?], I stay in the booth Hit BK, I was posted with boo His own man's got him laced, I don't know what to do (Phew, phew) They hate me, 'cause they hate on my move Hit the town quick, then I dip comin' thru Rather kill myself, I'm not fuckin' with you (Lame) She hate my angle, I'm nice and I'm cute Talkin' too hard, we could knock out his stu' I started pickin' him and he don't know what to do Hey, bitch, I don't know, what it do? [Verse 2: Moh Bahretta] (Phew) Yeah, and I got kuru with me, yeah And I got sochi with me [?], yeah, yeah I gotta keep the squad goin', I ain't stoppin' for shit Ridin' round (Phew), and I got me some dirty [?] (ku, ku) Fluid, I got some inside for my trap (Phew, ku, let's go) Tryna get you some money? Okay, then let's do it I done turned my heart open, been ruthless This ho know I want a brand new bag, so she know I'm 'bout my bad Aye, this ho know I want a new outfit (Yeah, yeah) I don't care 'bout no ho (Yeah, yeah) Baby, been down, 'boutta boom on my dick (Yeah) I had to get up and go runnin' (Yeah, yeah) Got a lotta, I'ma start it off with this (Phew, yeah, ku) But no wonder how the person feel "My baby missin', why the [?] on kid?" (Kid) Lemme be the one to get you clear (Yeah, yeah) Bitch I got money, with no deal (Yeah) So you tryna pay up? Tell me, what's the deal? I still roll out the 'Wood, I [?] shot like a [?] (Yeah, yeah) If you don't fuck with me, then get smoked and crimped I remember nights I was drivin' in a van (Yeah) Got my mate catchin' fourty, I do this for ku I don't even gotta say too much, just keep it real Once I get out of bed, gotta make me a— Phew, ayy They ain't ready for this, let's go, let's go (Yeah, yeah) Let's go, let's go, let's go (Go, go) They ain't ready for this (Lets go, yeah) They ain't ready for this (Lets go, yeah) They ain't ready for this (Lets go, yeah)