Walkkin lyrics

[Intro]
Know what I'm sayin'?
Bandage (Guy need a bandage in the cut)
Bandage that boy (b*tch, you ain't cut nothing)
Uh-uh
b*tch ass n*gga
Yah

[Verse]
Got [?] in the cut, you might need a bandage (Oh, yeah)
And I been on that f*ck sh*t, don't care what they say (At all)
I be runnin' out of love 'cause that sh*t go both ways (Come on)
I say, "n*ggas ain't on none, they just renegotiate" (Okay)
I peep, 'em all hate (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), all fake (Ayy, ayy)
n*ggas 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, knockout the alternator (Baow, baow, baow)
I say, "Run a n*gga down about that beef, hit his tomato" (Come here)
Birds of a feather flock togethеr, don't save 'em (Mmm-mmm)
How you got yo' stone took but in that booth you so gangsta? (Thе f*ck?)
n*ggas yes man, I'm talkin' Mr. Favour Favour
I be posted 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*gga down, straight shots, no chaser (Come here)
Talkin' dirty face in town, clean cut, no base
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*ck Lil G9, that lil' boy two-faced"
And I keep blue faces (Uh-huh, uh-huh), ayy, who raciest? (Oh, yeah)
It's a shell catcher up on that stick, who traced?
I be tryna stop my dawgs from sit, who waitin'?
Mama told me, "Nah, just sit yo' ass down and have patience" (Come on)
I respect you to a dawg, but, I'm a dawg ass n*gga
I said, "Ain't none to fold a b*tch up behind that pistol" (Ain't none)
I say, "Even on a road, n*gga, know I ain't no swisher" (No sweet)
He hidin' behind that image, only good on a picture
Ni-ni-n*ggas 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 dawg, you know I had to Mike Vick 'em
These n*ggas 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*ggas b*tches from all angle, y'all are dawgs, not killers (At all)
I'm talkin' make a n*gga beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller (Come here, come here)
The way that stick hit repeatin', he did not f*ck the trigger (Baow, baow, baow)
All he heard was, "Fah, fah," that's a snaggle tooth pistol (Okay)
n*ggas 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*ck you flaggin' like the grinch never out? (I'm here)
I be slidin' foreign, but, right now I'm in her house
n*ggas get no pass, it's a tag on yo' mouth (Come here)
Before I go out bad, I'ma crash this b*tch out
Rat (Ayy, ayy), n*ggas 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*ggas flex, like why the f*ck you showin' all that chest?
[Outro]
Why you showin' that lil' chest?
Why the f*ck you doin' that boy?