WALK

Lyrics

[Intro] (X.O. think he all that) [Chorus] This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy ditty Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin' Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head (Ayy) [Verse 1] Why you always actin' like a nigga owe you somethin'? Hey Always in your feelings like a lil'-ass ho or somethin' (Ayy) Broke in real life, on Instagram, you gettin' money, damn (Ayy) You ain't gotta lie to Lu-Lu, keep that shit a hundred (Hey) Ayy, this is for the gangsters up in Texas Them youngins out in Florida out there livin' super reckless Them niggas on that West Coast, Cali with the P's (Ayy) I never seent you in my life, so how the fuck you in the streets? I stepped in the party and these niggas hide the hoes (Hide 'em) Put your ass in the air and put your head on the floor, ayy (Hey) I got all the P's and the boxes, you ain't know? (Hey) If it wasn't for this rap shit, I probably'd never post (Hey) [Chorus] This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy ditty Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin' Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head [Verse 2] I be on some other shit, they know I'm out my melon (Ayy) Don't give a fuck if I know who did it, Lu-Lu never tellin' (No) Ayy, I pull up, girl, let's go to war, ayy, do that shit you texted me Ayy, do it and stick it, ayy, do it and stick it, yeah I call all the static in the hood and they know it (Lu) Hit the mall, fucked off five thousand cash 'cause I was bored, ayy I'm the one havin' all the rackies, make me show it, ayy On the North, I got hotter than Jake Paul had Floyd Ayy, real nigga gettin' money, whole team winnin', yeah Like a ceiling fan, them youngins spinnin' and they spinnin', yeah 'Fore I come to baby house, she tell me pop a Percocet (Ayy) Said, "You know this your cookie, big daddy, come and murder it" (Ayy) [Chorus] This that dope-boy, ooh, that dope-boy ditty Ayy, like I ain't got no friends, ain't nobody fuckin' with me Ayy, I see you doin' cool, but you'd do better fuckin' with me She only bad up in pictures, that lil' ho be catfishin' Ayy, walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, ayy Walk with a limp, a walk, a walk, yeah I'm not one of them at all, at all, yeah Bitch, put your ass in the air, twerk it on your head