Walk Upz (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Frrt, frrt
Ayy

[Verse]
You better walk what you talk, we do walk-ups
That n*gga gettin' too jumpy, get chalked up
That ho ain't nothin', she think she done bossed up (b*tch)
Ayy, I know some n*ggas who are rough (Young Mark)
You know some n*ggas who talk tough
Throw di*k in that b*tch like a ball cup
Yo' shawty swinging her neck like a golf club
Pull up that .44 was under my pro club
Long live my brothers, we smokin' on your kush
Chopper might buffer, that b*tch it is so buff
Act like a fruit, now your ass getting rolled up
Ayy, I roll up on hot sh*t
Huey and Riley grandad, I'm gon' pop sh*t
If you on some opp sh*t
Your body get dropped, make 'em jump out the c*ckpit
Uhh, and we do not scrap sh*t
A n*gga want static, I'm grabbin' that Glock clip
Uhh, I ain't even cappin'
I know everything, but I don't tell the cops sh*t
Walk into Neimans and cop sh*t
Don't even shoplift, I tell my n*ggas "I got it"
b*tch take a look at my watch wrist, I meant my wristwatch
She shinin' too hard to watch it (Young Mark)
Uhh, she shinin' too hard, it's Thomas
Uhh, she shinin' too hard, it smile
Uhh, I pop a bar now lil' mama I don't know yo' name, I need to be reminded
Show me where your mind is, uhh
She bein' dishonest, not my b*tch, so I do not mind it
The strap hit like a meteor or a comet
You come see about it or just keep it in the comments
And we won't leave without it, we ain't missing no assignments
Long nose on the barrel, hit a n*gga in his sinus
Shoot like Uganda, I feel like Umaga
My pistol Samoan as big as your fathers
Scope on a sniper, I don't need binoculars
Get hit from a far put my mask on like opera
Send mamacita to shoot up your casa
So your mama see ya' (Young Mark), but don't know who got ya'
[Outro]
Young Mark Production