Walkin’ In lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ]
Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great)
All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down
We be really makin' n*ggas leave, we ain't cappin' now
Hoes in my DM, "Oh, you rappin' now?"
Vegas, shootin' black chips, ain't no crappin' out
Gusher smoke, Metro Bloomin got me tappin' out
These Dior on my feet, I ain't campin' out
Thousand dollar shoes every time I'm steppin' out (b*tch)
I'm with Neezy, I'm with Billy, don't get extra'd out
n*ggas lookin' for a reason to pull they weapon out
n*ggas doin' lame sh*t I don't know how to do
Basic ass black jacket, but it's Prada, fool
Peelin' hundreds 'til my mom say, "I'm proud of you"
Old b*tches textin' me sayin', "I'm tired of you"
New b*tch pus*y good, head fire too
Picky n*gga, I only like f*ckin' rich hoes
Back of the Cullinan with some lit hoes (Double-R)
Pullin' off in big foreigns, ain't no six-fours
Keep fly sh*t on my feet, where you get those?
n*ggas tryna walk in my shoes, you can't fit those

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Keep braggin' 'bout these b*tches, yeah, I hit those
Top tier bad b*tches, I be with those
She gon' drop and give me fifty like I'm Mike Jones
I got two b*tches layin' down my side bones
Feel like Birdman, I'm finna get my sign on
BucksClan in this b*tch, so the line long
He got a fake ass Rollie, so his time wrong
Balenciaga sweater for the rain, n*gga
All this Don '42, that's for the pain, n*gga
n*ggas said I switched up, but I'm the same n*gga
BucksClan, this a f*ckin' army, ain't no lame n*ggas
All I got is b*tches in this phone, ain't no games, n*gga
I just gave a bum a hundred dollars, ain't no change, n*gga
I be really plottin' with the Clan, tryna hang n*ggas
I ain't have Picasso in my house, I had to paint pictures
Gucci collared shirt, fresh as f*ck, let's take school pictures
I don't like the b*tches that be friendly, I like rude b*tches
Way too much for one b*tch, I need two b*tches
I ain't doin' sh*t for free, yeah, let's get it clear
All the b*tches runnin' in, they heard Jeeezy here
Knowin' damn well when I hit her, I'ma disappear
See it clear, yeah, it's 2020, b*tch, this my year
It's Dior, n*gga, you won't find this at no Goodwill
[Outro: DJ]
Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great)
All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down
We be really makin' n*ggas leave, we ain't cappin' now