Drip from My Walk Freestyle lyrics

by

Drakeo the Ruler


[Verse]
What’s that in your wallet, look first of all I don’t even carry those
Grimy, shiesty, snipewood
Make her shoot a hole through a cheerio
I see you on that workout playin out, cause yo’ fatass lookin’ like Terrio
I don’t think these pus*y n*ggas wanna hear me though
I'm the only thing coming out the stereo
Drakeo, what’s that, a draco?
Nah, I’m riding around with the uzi today
Pull up on a show, that’s an opp or not
sh*t, I don’t know, all these n*ggas look like stains
Drakeo, you a loonie
You ain’t know? sh*t, I been lost my brains
See drakeo, he shootin’ kids now
I be po’d as f*ck, I been lost my aim
No n*ggas ain’t ever gon’ tell me nothing
But them young dumb n*ggas from our gang
Got a white hoodie and a cape on, this my introduction to the ku klux klan
First a n*gga wasn’t even on gang sh*t, til' a n*gga started thinkin’ they were Jackie chan
Drakeo, what’s a eye buster, man, my young n*gga just got whacked again
Drakeo, that’s not a eye buster, that’s my young n*gga, just got whacked again
So I woken up to next rap sh*t
They want chinks to start getting smacked again
Say cruisin’ Gomez, sliding through
Guess we bout to start getting harassed again
"Drakeo where we gon’ get you bro," I just hang up and just laugh again
You ain’t see me, I was just night thuggin’
Go and get me, but I had the strap again
I remember that about ten homies’
We ain’t here to scuffle, brought the MACs in here
These rap n*ggas be on imagination
Why you bust the homie, cause his watch was faking
Choppa make him go ugh
sh*t, I kinda think the n*gga had constipation
These n*ggas be on that gay sh*t
You know the deal with me
I put my wrist out, the diamonds started dancing
You know its real with me
They be like Drakeo, can I hold a band
b*tch you wasn’t even feeling me
I had to dead-end, I had to show out
Brought all my scales with me
[Outro]
n*ggas know I ain’t with all that sneak dissing
This sh*t thrill to me
I put my address in the last song
Folks talking about killing me
n*ggas know I ain’t with all that sneak dissing
This sh*t thrill to me
I put my address in the last song
Folks talking about killing me
pus*y
So cold I do em, man
Ugh
Stop sneak dissing 2016
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