Walk
Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez
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(Feezie Productions) F*ck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin' all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack to coke, to the bud to smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood Which one you workin'? Watch who you servin' And that hand get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin' I could've bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin I'ma chase that paper 'til I'm tired, nigga had a rest They wear this cup, he still died, but he had a vest Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects, yeah I signed the deal, then I sent it on the private jet I rock 'Figer, I ain't ever feared a nigga yet My lil' got bankroll, we don't flex with each other's checks And these hoes know I'm the GOAT, I'm fresh out the barn I dropped my addy, she called up bae then she brought me the foreign Dior, whoa, VLONE, whoa Model, whoa, she gon' suck dick, whoa Plug, whoa, draco, whoa Now he can't, whoa F*ck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin' all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack to coke, to the bud to smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly f*ck it off Won't put my BM in the Benz, I heard she fuckin' off I been out here grindin', Rollie timin', yeah, we wylin' Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand Presi', Presi', Patek, they like, "Doggybone a problem" I ain't go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh Seen two mill' in blues, they don't even f*ck with Bloods I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, "How much the club got?" Can't wait 'til they left bud, a'ight, I'm done playin' games Won't swish for not a bitch, then hear my son sayin', "Change" Like we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun' I blew that shit in Vegas If not fine, then I'm with Baby, if not Baby, I'm with Ced' So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin' meds Dior, whoa, VLONE, whoa Model, whoa, she gon' suck dick, whoa Plug, whoa, draco, whoa Now he can't, whoa F*ck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin' all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don't need no OnlyFans I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand I just hope the play not play with me, we gon' f*ck up the plan I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was Damn, now what they kid gon' pull up in? I just keep switchin' up I had racks before my bud, if they know, they know what's up Ain't too many niggas in Atlanta sold more bags than us Rylo went new cat on 'em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on 'em I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they ass, for real Bitch all in my covers, makin' jokes, like, I be poppin' pills Boy, you know what's up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real Dior, whoa, VLONE, whoa Model, whoa, she gon' suck dick, whoa Plug, whoa, draco, whoa Now he can't, whoa F*ck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible I deleted her number, head was horrible Nigga punks, sittin' all on the lines, I just pour it up Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up Don't run no track before that money, I hold you for ransom I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on Bitch Sum'n light
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Written by: Ryan Adams, Dominique Armani IV Jones
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