Yeah, oh my god, yeah
Oh my god, mm-hm
Yeah, oh my god, yeah
Oh my, mm-hm
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Yeah, mm-hm, shit get real
Pussy can't feel half of what I feel
Ain't talking bout the Navy when I say I crack seals
Don't like how I talk off the drank
Off the drank, real feelings reveal
Got another blonde bitch saying that she caught feels
I ain't ever link the treesh' I don't know what's her deal
Guess she been dreaming 'bout me just taking her to hell
Let my real feelings talk, this shit'll get dark
Bitch, I'm a thug, gotta play my part
They ain't ever pay attention to my arc
These no longer songs, it's autotune art
My ATL shooter like the Mets at the park
Take a drag off the blunt, can't f*ck with a cart
Can't fold like a house of cards, I ain't got no heart
Yeah, mm-hm
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
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Yeah, oh my god, yeah
Oh my god, mm-hm
Yeah, oh my god, yeah
Oh my, mm-hm
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Yeah, mm-hm, shit get real
Pussy can't feel half of what I feel
Ain't talking bout the Navy when I say I crack seals
Don't like how I talk off the drank
Off the drank, real feelings reveal
Got another blonde bitch saying that she caught feels
I ain't ever link the treesh' I don't know what's her deal
Guess she been dreaming 'bout me just taking her to hell
Let my real feelings talk, this shit'll get dark
Bitch, I'm a thug, gotta play my part
They ain't ever pay attention to my arc
These no longer songs, it's autotune art
My ATL shooter like the Mets at the park
Take a drag off the blunt, can't f*ck with a cart
Can't fold like a house of cards, I ain't got no heart
Yeah, mm-hm
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Oh my god, mm-hm
Yeah, oh my god, yeah
Oh my, mm-hm
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk down
I'm finna walk
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Yeah, mm-hm, shit get real
Pussy can't feel half of what I feel
Ain't talking bout the Navy when I say I crack seals
Don't like how I talk off the drank
Off the drank, real feelings reveal
Got another blonde bitch saying that she caught feels
I ain't ever link the treesh' I don't know what's her deal
Guess she been dreaming 'bout me just taking her to hell
Let my real feelings talk, this shit'll get dark
Bitch, I'm a thug, gotta play my part
They ain't ever pay attention to my arc
These no longer songs, it's autotune art
My ATL shooter like the Mets at the park
Take a drag off the blunt, can't f*ck with a cart
Can't fold like a house of cards, I ain't got no heart
Yeah, mm-hm
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Walk down Rodeo, just to shop, uh-huh
Bitch, I'm on top, uh-huh
Bitch tryna f*ck with my dawg
Had to send the hoe off
Glock 45 got nuts, it bust
Why pussies ain't f*cking with us
Fake jewelry got they neck turning green
And my chain it shine, never rust, uh-huh
Taking my time with this shit, never rush
Get to these bands is a must
She shaking ass in the deli, I think she a munch
She suck my dick, then I take her to brunch
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Real-life thug, masked up with the gloves
Doing walk-downs, I don't ever really run
Writer: Brian Washington
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid