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Letra : Walkkin
Know what I'm sayin'?
Bandage (Guy need a bandage in the cut)
Bandage that boy (B*t*h, you ain't cut nothing)
Uh-uh
B*t*h a** n***a
Got [?] in the cut, you might need a bandage (Oh, yeah)
And I been on that f**k sh*t, don't care what they say (At all)
I'm just runnin' out of love 'cause that sh*t go both ways (Come on)
I say, "N***as ain't on none, they just renegotiate" (Okay)
I peep, 'em all hate (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), all fake (Ayy, ayy)
N***as tryna ball a block, then we gon' ball fake (Come on)
Look, I be the one who call the shot and not the ball play (At all)
I start the whole collar, mhm, now I [?] (Baow, baow, baow)
I say, "Run a n***a down about that beef, hit his tomato" (Come here)
Birds of a feather flock together, don't save 'em (Mmm-mmm)
How you got yo' stonе took but in that booth you so gangsta? (The f**k?)
N***as yes man, I'm talkin' Mr. Favour Favour
I be postеd in that swamp, yeah, Gneezy, alligator
And I was stealin' cars, I see them folks, go and shake 'em (I'm goin', I'm goin')
Run a n***a down, straight shots, no chaser (Come here)
Talkin' dirty face in town, clean cut, no [?]
I'm stickin' to the script, no pad, no paper (At all)
I keep it on my hip, bad back 'fore I face 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
I'ma trip when them trips, gonna tie your shoelace (Come on)
They like, "F**k Lil G9, that lil' boy two-faced"
And I keep blue faces (Uh-huh, uh-huh), ayy, who race? (Oh, yeah)
It's a shell catcher at the end of the stick, who traced
I be tryna stop my dogs from sit, who waitin'?
Mama told me, "Nah, just sit yo' a** down and have patience" (Come on)
I respect you to a dog, but, I'm a dog a** n***a
I said, "Ain't none to fold a b*t*h up behind that pistol" (Ain't none)
I say, "Even on a road, n***a, know I ain't no swisher" (No sweet)
He hidin' behind that image, only good on a picture
Ni-N***as booty-shakin', almost took him for a stripper (Ayy, ayy)
Hw say, "Everything Kosher," 'til we crack his lil' pickle (Come here)
He snoozin' off that lean, now he off a big slipper (Ayy, ayy)
Even though that boy my dog, you know I had to Mike Vick 'em
These n***as taste the rainbow, call that boy a bag of Skittles
I hit it from a angle, 'cause I got a grippy pistol (Baow, baow, baow)
You n***as b*t*hes from all angle, y'all are dogs, not killers (At all)
I'm talkin' make a n***a beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller (Come here, come here)
The way that stick hit repeatin', he did not f**k the trigger (Baow, baow, baow)
All he heard was, "Fah, fah," that's a snaggle tooth pistol (Okay)
N***as talk behind yo' back, why you braggin' so official (Yeah, yeah)
I done drenched up my mouth, drenched up his house (Ayy, come on)
Why you the f**k you flaggin' like the grinch never out? (I'm here)
I be slidin' foreign, but, right now I'm in her house
N***as get no pa**, it's a tag on yo' mouth (Come here)
Before I go out bad, I'ma crash this b*t*h out
Rat (Ayy, ayy), n***as never rat (At all)
There's a way (Always), gotta be, we drownin' in the set
I'm with Lil Tech (Ayy), and he say he ain't stoppin' 'til they straight
These n***as flex, like why you showin' all that chest?
Why you showin' that lil' chest?
Why the f**k you doin' that boy?
Bandage (Guy need a bandage in the cut)
Bandage that boy (B*t*h, you ain't cut nothing)
Uh-uh
B*t*h a** n***a
Got [?] in the cut, you might need a bandage (Oh, yeah)
And I been on that f**k sh*t, don't care what they say (At all)
I'm just runnin' out of love 'cause that sh*t go both ways (Come on)
I say, "N***as ain't on none, they just renegotiate" (Okay)
I peep, 'em all hate (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), all fake (Ayy, ayy)
N***as tryna ball a block, then we gon' ball fake (Come on)
Look, I be the one who call the shot and not the ball play (At all)
I start the whole collar, mhm, now I [?] (Baow, baow, baow)
I say, "Run a n***a down about that beef, hit his tomato" (Come here)
Birds of a feather flock together, don't save 'em (Mmm-mmm)
How you got yo' stonе took but in that booth you so gangsta? (The f**k?)
N***as yes man, I'm talkin' Mr. Favour Favour
I be postеd in that swamp, yeah, Gneezy, alligator
And I was stealin' cars, I see them folks, go and shake 'em (I'm goin', I'm goin')
Run a n***a down, straight shots, no chaser (Come here)
Talkin' dirty face in town, clean cut, no [?]
I'm stickin' to the script, no pad, no paper (At all)
I keep it on my hip, bad back 'fore I face 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
I'ma trip when them trips, gonna tie your shoelace (Come on)
They like, "F**k Lil G9, that lil' boy two-faced"
And I keep blue faces (Uh-huh, uh-huh), ayy, who race? (Oh, yeah)
It's a shell catcher at the end of the stick, who traced
I be tryna stop my dogs from sit, who waitin'?
Mama told me, "Nah, just sit yo' a** down and have patience" (Come on)
I respect you to a dog, but, I'm a dog a** n***a
I said, "Ain't none to fold a b*t*h up behind that pistol" (Ain't none)
I say, "Even on a road, n***a, know I ain't no swisher" (No sweet)
He hidin' behind that image, only good on a picture
Ni-N***as booty-shakin', almost took him for a stripper (Ayy, ayy)
Hw say, "Everything Kosher," 'til we crack his lil' pickle (Come here)
He snoozin' off that lean, now he off a big slipper (Ayy, ayy)
Even though that boy my dog, you know I had to Mike Vick 'em
These n***as taste the rainbow, call that boy a bag of Skittles
I hit it from a angle, 'cause I got a grippy pistol (Baow, baow, baow)
You n***as b*t*hes from all angle, y'all are dogs, not killers (At all)
I'm talkin' make a n***a beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller (Come here, come here)
The way that stick hit repeatin', he did not f**k the trigger (Baow, baow, baow)
All he heard was, "Fah, fah," that's a snaggle tooth pistol (Okay)
N***as talk behind yo' back, why you braggin' so official (Yeah, yeah)
I done drenched up my mouth, drenched up his house (Ayy, come on)
Why you the f**k you flaggin' like the grinch never out? (I'm here)
I be slidin' foreign, but, right now I'm in her house
N***as get no pa**, it's a tag on yo' mouth (Come here)
Before I go out bad, I'ma crash this b*t*h out
Rat (Ayy, ayy), n***as never rat (At all)
There's a way (Always), gotta be, we drownin' in the set
I'm with Lil Tech (Ayy), and he say he ain't stoppin' 'til they straight
These n***as flex, like why you showin' all that chest?
Why you showin' that lil' chest?
Why the f**k you doin' that boy?
