Walk! lyrics

[Verse 1: Donkey fart]
Lil n*gga, he smart, he is lit
Shoot a fat boy up, make him poop out his di*k
He say, “I’m not hurt” but I stoke with a stick
His daddy in jail so he think he a Crip
Bald on the cord, he might think of Alonso
Mexican plug and he workin’ at Costco
Come to the stand and he workin up Tacos
Look at her wrist and yours’ look like a barcode
He said that I’m trash, let me check out his page
He only got songs with a n*gga named Paige
I’m the top of my city, I’m feeling like Drake
See through like a bat, hit him up in the cage
I connect with my bros like I’m Curry and Klay
This Glock got a beam and it’s making him shake
Whole lotta stuff if you know how I’m coming
His ass on the chart with his mama and cousin
Me and my team we connect like Thе Heat
Black Widow Lebron, throw it up at the kеy
I’m smoking on Michael, I can’t even breathe
Your ass actually thought you got 10 on her knees
I come over to Wal-Mart he buyin’ some ice
I spendin’ her ass, give a f*ck about the price

[Interlude: Donkey fart & GTB Tezz]
Yuh, yuh
Aha
I’m a certified G.O.A.T, let me check out my chain
Fa, fa (Let’s go)
I’m a certified G.O.A.T, you can check out my chain
Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa
I’m a certified G.O.A.T, you can check out my chain (Let’s go)
[Verse 2: GTB Tezz]
Young n*gga, he smart, he is lit
Make a fat n*gga run, now he tired of sh*t
I be hidin a pit, hit his ass with a stick
Boy, you not gettin’ money, you lying and sh*t
All that cap in your rap, you just rhyming with sh*t
I spend this block with a Glock in my hand
Two Glocks on me, b*tch, I’m Dirty Dan
Racks comin’ in, do my little dancy-dance
n*gga, I’m faded
Racks comin’ in, look mama, I made it
Man, killing be like Freddy and Jason
Slide on the opp, got his whole heart racing
Put his face in the ground, now he look like a Raisin
Imma wait till’ the top, I just gotta be patient (Uh)
Lil n*gga, he smart, he is lit
Shoot a pus*y ass n*gga, now he’s bleeding his p*ss
Why you talking to me, better check yo b*tch
n*gga talk out his mouth, put his name on the list

[Outro: GTB Tezz]
Fa, fa
Fa, fa
Fa, fa, fa
Better check yo b*tch
Talking to me, better check yo b*tch, uh
Better check yo b*tch, uh
Better check yo b*tch
Talk out his mouth, put his name on the list
Hold on
Put his name on the list
Talk out his, put his name on the list
Put his name on the list
Arooboy that’s song super dope