Walking Testimony lyrics

MAMAAAA FRESCO KOOKIN DOPE AGAIN
Turn this sh*t up n*gga
I hit on the head and neck, I shoot the club finesse
J. Prince got a Bentley on wrist, I just spent a 50 on kit
I got a loaf of bread no wonda , Mr. Make it ran bring thunder
Spent 1500 on these Prada shoes, but best believe I’ll stop em
Vacuum seal it, wrap that sh*t in saran wrap. Yeah I’m different I stand out
How the f*ck is you dissin and broke my n*gga, sittin round waitin on a hand out
Get your sh*t together your priorities outta order
Yeen got no morals, or Principles
Baguettes in cartiers, 20k for my visuals
I’m f*cking her friend 550 Benz, n*gga I just put my state on my lens
I’m a dog top dolla shoutout 30 Rich
I just hit a n*gga, he can’t take a sh*t
Finesse bussdown Vlone and Versace
Hit him 6 times but didn’t catch a body
Shoutout to Houston Lil Rock shoot them rockets
And shoutout to money I just stuffed my pockets
Ain’t typical, ain’t ordinary
Pockets fat like I’m walking with dictionaries
Got her number saved in my phone as temp service, cause these b*tches temporary
I’m winnin now they want a time out, you’n think I’ma go come and find out
Kel-Tec with the coolant system on it, I’m ready to try it out
1942 took shots of that Don
I beat a case, so I shoot ‘em for fun
I’m playin chess I could never be pawn
And I catch a case and won’t go on the run
Hit him in face, neck and the scrotum
I bought them trophies, so know I’ma tote em
I preach the streets n*gga give me a podium
And I f*ck Kardashians I’m Lamar Odom
Aim at his MF fitted he cappin, we gone show him who the truth
Bomb on him like we Ukraine, blow his ass up like a soup
One night two cities, one room two b*tches
Smokin too exotic out the bag, One ounce 350
Keep me a Choppa, I see em in public they play ima drop em
I hope you really on it, ART OF WAR got to know your opponent
I’m fed for real, I still keep steel, it’s killed or be killed
I’m faces so many years it is what it is, this life that we live
HEEEY!