Walk It Out! lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
Rev up those fryers
'Cause I am sure hungry for one-
Help! Help!
My leg!
It's ya boy Roy!

[Verse]
Ayy, pull up in the coupe, let it drop, top go missin' (Ayy)
Ain't worried 'bout a b*tch, I'm only worry 'bout them digits
I been getting to the money, you know I'm about my business
I don't care if you don't like me, I ain't really tryna fit in
I'm a big boy, big boss, stand out (Yeah)
Hit the dancefloor, watch me go and walk it out (Ayy)
Shawty say she love me, I know she just want some clout
Midwest but the flow sound like it from the South
God damn, I don't got a plan (Ayy)
Hear 'em talking sh*t but I don't really give a damn (Nah)
I been goin' up, I swear I'm feelin' like the man (Ooh)
I been goin' up and I don't think I'll ever land
Big bands on me, f*ck about a ho (What?)
Always bounce back, you won't ever see me fold (Nah)
I been grindin' for a minute but I kept it on the low
Now I'm 'bout to pop off, I think that I'm 'bout to blow
Oh no, what you even mean? (Huh?)
Hatin' on the boy, god damn, you a fiend (You a fiend)
Fiendin' for attention but you ain't gonna get none
Five star plate and I like my steak well done
b*tch, you know I'm cookin' up, got 'em shooken up
They was lookin' down on me, now they lookin' up
Gettin' to a bag, what you think, I'ma run it up
If I'm on the dancefloor you know I'ma f*ck it up
Ayy, had to go and hit 'em with the moves real quick (Ooh)
Brand new kicks and they match with the fit (Ooh)
Oh sh*t, I'm lit, I think I just made a hit (Yeah)
They ain't really see it coming 'cause I did it so quick
Skater boy, b*tch, I feel like Eric Koston (What?)
I'm so fly, feel like I'm up in the c*ckpit (What?)
Got no time on my grind, I ain't stoppin' (What?)
b*tches on my di*k 'cause they know the boy poppin' (Aha)
Whoa, hold up, drop it down, get low
Always- always on the move but you know I tiptoe (Tiptoe)
Always up to something but I keep it on the low
Got too much sauce like I work at Domino's
Y'all cheesy, b*tch, I got the keys like Stevie
Pink like watermelon, green like a kiwi
I gotta get it done, feelin' like a Meeseeks
They was hatin' on me, now they wishin' they could be me