Can’t Walk lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, b*tch, go (Ayy, Ayy, b*tch, go)
Ayy, b*tch, go (Real Murda Worth sh*t)
Real Murda worth sh*t, aye (Real Murda Worth sh*t, b*tch)
I say, I just spilled my tech, b*tch, I'll be p*ssed if that was 'Wock (Ayy, ugh, 'Wock)
Ayy, go
I just spilled my tech, b*tch, I'll be p*ssed if that was 'Wock (Ugh, p*ssed if that was 'Wock, b*tch)
Ayy, b*tch, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
He lookin' for problems, b*tch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (I'm lookin' for opps to smoke, ugh)
b*tch, I'm two deep in that four door, and it's smoke to go (And it's smoke to go)
Broke-ass opp in a Motel, shoot up the rooms to go (Shoot up the rooms to go, b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch on a King bed, this b*tch said she got it from Rooms To Go (She got it from Rooms To Go)
Slide through the Murda and do a hit, b*tch, on Rufe Snow (b*tch, on Rufe Snow)
I can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call Cujo (Gotta call Cujo dumbass)
Pockets so fat, like damn, like them b*tches Sumo (Them b*tches Sumo, n*gga)
He lookin' for problems, b*tch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (Opps to smoke)

[Verse]
Finna pop out, b*tch, get active, grab my Glock and go (Grab my Glock and go, ugh)
I like makin' sure the gang eat, b*tch, I don't hate on my bros (I don't hate on my bros)
I don't like it when the opps die, I like to shoot at my foes (I like to shoot at my foes)
I be hangin' with my boo babys, and they throwin' up four's (They throwin' up four's)
I like gettin' to the money, b*tch, I don't like f*ckin' hoes (I don't like f*ckin' hoes, b*tch, no way)
I gotta pray before I hit a lick, cause anythin' could go (You know anythin' could go)
That n*gga a pus*y repellent, he keep on beatin' his hoes (Keep on beatin' his hoes)
b*tch, I'll kick the door, I don't need a Glock, I'll flush my opp (I'll flush my opp)
Hit a sales pitch to the junkie, I'm like, "This sh*t good, anything can box" (—Thing could box, b*tch)
I just spilled my Hi-Tech, would've been p*ssed if that was 'Wock ('Wock, n*gga)
I be high out my mind, I be on Perc's, I can't even walk (Can't even walk, n*gga)
Busy gettin' high with the birds, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk" (I can't talk)
[Bridge]
b*tch, aye, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk"
Busy gettin' high with the birds, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk", b*tch
Aye, been p*ssed if that was 'Wock
I just spilled my tech, I would've been p*ssed if that was 'Wock

[Chorus]
He lookin' for problems, b*tch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (I'm lookin' for opps to smoke, ugh)
b*tch, I'm two deep in that four door, and it's smoke to go (And it's smoke to go)
Broke-ass opp in a Motel, shoot up the rooms to go (Shoot up the rooms to go, b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch on a King bed, this b*tch said she got it from Rooms To Go (She got it from Rooms To Go)
Slide through the Murda and do a hit, b*tch, on Rufe Snow (b*tch, on Rufe Snow)
I can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call Cujo (Gotta call Cujo dumbass)
Pockets so fat, like damn, like them b*tches Sumo (Them b*tches Sumo, n*gga)
He lookin' for problems, b*tch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (Opps to smoke)