Shut Up & Walk lyrics

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Young Stoner Life Records


[Intro]
Shut up, walk
BDime, BSlime (Shut up, walk)
Long live my pride, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm a rich stepper (Shut up, walk)

[Refrain]
Yeah, millions and billions on the table, n*gga (Shut up, walk)
I told 'em, "Bring the check, f*ck everything else" (Shut up, walk)
You n*ggas know I'm livin' out here in these streets (Shut up, walk)
Got a rich, couple rich partners (Shut up, walk)
And you know, we doin' what we wanna do
You know what I'm sayin'? Flashy (Shut up, walk)
Poppin' sh*t on n*ggas, wonder why n*ggas hatin' (Shut up, walk)
Yeah, check this, uh, this last (Shut up, walk)
This last check out (Shut up, walk)
I'ma ball on n*ggas (Shut up, walk)

[Verse 1]
I pray for better, get out of the jetter
Came from the mud and we came up together
I'm havin' Chrome Hearts stripes on my sweater
Blood on some blood, that's a bloody vendetta
Uh-oh, that is a soul-soul snatcher
Uh-oh, they put that boy on a stretcher
Oh no, reppin' that AM forever
Oh, oh, I wanna reach out and help her
Double the cup and I hang with The Beatles
He callin' smoke and got hit with Katrina
I know a eater that hang with a eater
They both wanna eat me, I told 'em, "Let's get it"
If I got a play tell me [?]
Twenty-somethin'-K, made a play off a, woo
Play with her nose, she wan' light up a, ffff
I need a pipe, I'ma pipe her
Black and white diamonds, I look like a Oreo
I'ma cater with her or the other ho
I been stackin' my money like Legos
Can't smoke 'bout a b*tch, what you hittin' for?
I put the block on the block boys, yeah
We havin' money, oh yeah
We came from nothin', oh yeah
We havin' colored cars, yeah
[Refrain]
Yeah, millions and billions on the table, n*gga (Shut up, walk)
I told 'em, "Bring the check, f*ck everything else" (Shut up, walk)
You n*ggas know I'm livin' out here in these streets (Shut up, walk)
Got a rich, couple rich partners (Shut up, walk)
And you know, we doin' what we wanna do
You know what I'm sayin'? Flashy (Shut up, walk)
Poppin' sh*t on n*ggas, wonder why n*ggas hatin' (Shut up, walk)
Yeah, check this, uh, this last (Shut up, walk)
This last check out (Shut up, walk)
I'ma ball on n*ggas (Shut up, walk)

[Verse 2]
Peanut butter guts, I ride in the Cullinan
I won't f*ck on her, I want the other friend
And I jumped in the game and I'm bustin' in
I committed some sins, won't do that again
Beat up the block and I turn up my other man
Ain't gon' beef with no n*gga 'bout nothin'
My lil' b*tch got a bag, call her bluff then
And I'm dressed up, I look like a veteran
Uh, drippin' this b*tch off in Marni
Uh, I f*cked that b*tch [?]
I f*cked that b*tch and she tarnished
I threw that b*tch on the rug
Three-hundred-K, no bluff
I hit that b*tch in my bus
I'm really rich and you know, you know
I broke the scale, you can't add my plugin
I ain't mad at no b*tch, yeah, call her girlfriend
Spin the block and then sit on the rear end
I been eatin' some chicken, not [?]
Cartier the wrist, you know I'm fussin'
I just save up my money, I'm cuffin'
I just made a lil' tape [?]
Made a left on they block just for nothin'
[Refrain]
Yeah, millions and billions on the table, n*gga (Shut up, walk)
I told 'em, "Bring the check, f*ck everything else" (Shut up, walk)
You n*ggas know I'm livin' out here in these streets (Shut up, walk)
Got a rich, couple rich partners (Shut up, walk)
And you know, we doin' what we wanna do
You know what I'm sayin'? Flashy (Shut up, walk)
Poppin' sh*t on n*ggas, wonder why n*ggas hatin' (Shut up, walk)
Yeah, check this, uh, this last (Shut up, walk)
This last check out (Shut up, walk)
I'ma ball on n*ggas (Shut up, walk)
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