Walked

Lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s] (Paulo) Yah, yah [Verse 1: Slump6s] Okay, niggas hate how I'm doing the most In the back, tried pull up, get ghost Know I made that boy backup, beam on the scope Pockets fat, yeah, them ho's overflow Hit that ho from the back, she can't take it no more Bust on her back, I'ma pass her to bro, she already a ho, I can't save her no more (Ha) I walk 'round with them hunnids on me, that bitch say she wan' fuck, cause I'm famous, lil' ho (Ha) Yeah, my brudda gon jump out that V, nigga talk down again, he ain't living no more (Ha, yeah, yah) All these bitches know what I mean, yeah, I'm only eighteen, already a goat We walk in, and we claimin' the city, can't fuck with my team, yeah, we mopping the floor Double cup got Wock' in it, your bitch put my cock in it Uh huh, most these niggas not with it (Uh huh), and yo' team, they not with it Hold up, I be counting big money (Uh huh), yes, I made a profit (Uh huh) Niggas toting broad day, pussy ain't finna pop shit (Uh huh) Big Drac make him fall back (Uh huh), leave a nigga nauseous (Uh huh) Bitch, I'm making boof pack (Uh huh), go ahead and cop it (Uh huh) Diamonds make him move back (Uh huh), got that boy like, "God damn", uh huh She like, "How you do that?" (Uh huh), she like how the rocks stand [Bridge: Slump6s] Niggas already know what the fuck going on, nigga (Ah, ah) They know what the fuck we did (Ah, ah, ah) Right, twin? (Ah, ah, ah) Stop playing, with the gang (Ah, ah, ah) Ay, twin, c'mon [Verse 2: maajins] Got 'Balenci coat, with no Glock in it, that boy got double cup, with no Wock' in it Don't fuck with a simp bitch, we dropping it Lil bitch, I count money, got stocks in it Niggas be bitches, they gossiping, step on his spot, we gon- ooh (Haha) Step on his spot, when we rocking him, he not fighting this knock on my boot, uh Bitch, I go dumb, go ku, huh? Slide to his block, we in route Tell that fuck nigga, "Stick to the hoops", I don't know why he stepped in the booth Niggas switching they shit, yeah, they poo, I'm rocking red, just like Winnie the Pooh Fuck that boy up, he a skinny lil dude (Hm), why he talking? We'll kill him, lil dude Oh my God, yeah, Oh my God (Oh my God) Hop on the beat, and I keep flowing, yall niggas been on my dick, and yall keep going Got a new CPN, I'ma T-Bone it (Yeah), I'm done fucking that bitch, ain't no keep on it, huh? Niggas collectors, don't be on it, and he don't get no puss, put a V on it [Verse 3: Slump6s & Maajins] Bro got a drop, "Okay, we on it" I got my foot on the game, got my knee on it Bullets go through his whole neck, make 'em seek cover Talking 'bout she love me, bitch, "We don't know each other" I be so high, I'm a weed lover I got that shit make that fuck nigga recover Mr. Two Ricks, I got Rick Owens seat covers Don't fuck with niggas, yeah, thats what I discover, bitch No, we don't fuck with lil' bro Made a M, and you can't hold a dub? (Oh nah) Jugging his mans, thats tough Nigga dead wrong, sipping that tuss Bitch, shutup with the fuss Whole gang gon' blick shit up, one of us Bitch, I make plays, bitch, I'm on a hunt Bullet hitting your face, nigga, outta luck (Nigga outta luck)