Walk Down Wednesday Freestyle Pt. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I pull the strings like a puppet, uh
I’m in this b*tch like I'm Anthony Edwards
I’m in here going for buckets, yeah
I ain’t even tryna be nice no more
If you don’t f*ck with me, then f*ck you, n*gga
Act the wrong way, see how life gon’ go
I pull this b*tch up and I dump it
I’m on bullsh*t, n*gga, I’m Timothy
Oops, I meant Himothy, b*tch, and I’m dunking, yeah
G21 in my ma’ f*cking hood
Yeah, I’ll turn this b*tch up if he want be a bully
When I was seven, my daddy sent pictures with guns
In second grade, wanted a fully
When I was eight, I got caught with a knife in a school
This lil’ girl told on me, they took it
All of my life I had manners, but I can get rude
So you better know I ain’t pus*y
Fighting with Doshman and my brothеr G
Splitting the mattress with my brother Ree
My momma gavе birth to three different boys
But Baby came last, n*gga, I’m number three
Calm that sh*t down, I don’t do all that noise
I ain’t tryna talk to ya, I wanna see
Pretty ass n*ggas, tryna out pretty ya b*tch
My b*tch is more pretty than me
Silly ass n*ggas, thought you could take ‘way a gift?
A gift is still living in me
I ain’t tripping on n*ggas, so f*ck ‘em
I’m one of them n*ggas that you could drop off in the jungle
Leave me with nothing
I’ma walk in that b*tch, put my nuts on the floor
And start acting a ma’ f*ckin’ monkey
Yeah, Planet Of The mother f*cking Apes
I make everybody in this b*tch hit the deck
If I ever feel a threat or feel a way
n*gga, you ain’t never pop sh*t
You ain’t never take ‘em on a high speed chase
Never got away
n*gga ain’t me, he ain’t never had a play
Put your hands on me if you ready die today, n*gga
Turn me up, bae, I’m that n*gga
For me, baby like to get nasty
She show me everything like we on Twitter, uh
Then she go home to her family
Ain’t even telling you all of her business, yeah
I’m on the way to Miami, two pretty b*tches
We finna play Twister
They keep on filling me up with this liquor, n*gga
[Interlude]
Yeah, best mother f*cking rapper, n*gga
Walk Down Wednesdays
n*gga we do this sh*t once a week
If you want it like that, n*gga
Yeah
That's my Baby
Firzt back like he left or something

[Verse 2]
Coming back like Jordan when his number was 45
Or when Kobe came with 24
You play, you lay, you know, you know
Put your hands on me and live?
Got a better chance if you overdose
On mother f*cking Fentanyl
These b*tch ass n*ggas done p*ssed me off
Pull up and get in the back seat
Don’t call me Jonathan unless you nasty
I’m in New York, still got a gun on me
I get her out of here, get her a taxi
Give me a fork, I’m ‘bout to eat on ‘em
I’m with my seven year old at the Zaxby’s
This ain’t a sport, but I’m ‘bout to sweep on ‘em
Woke they ass up, boy, them n*ggas was sleep on me
I’m on the way to Miami
To pick my feet up on the water and I got the heat on me
I treat the beat like it’s Tina
I’m in this b*tch like I’m Mike, I get mad and I beat on her
Hit from the back with a condom
Grippin’ her ass, then I pull that b*tch out and I skeet on her
I’m coming back to remind you
n*ggas ain’t f*cking with me, and I’m really OG on ‘em
I'm talkin’ triple OG, can you dig it?
[Outro]
Yeah, OG, triple triple, n*gga
Best mother f*cking rapper, n*gga
Walk Down Wednesdays, n*gga
Happy Wednesday
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