trapdollazmanny - Walk Lyrics

In the club, on the stage with the DJ
Bad bitches throwing cake like it's B-Day
Leave the club, we gon' f*ck like it's V-Day
All my niggas blow bags f*ck a cheapskate
Blowing money like a fat nigga's cheat day
Hoes texting my phone like, be safe
You don't gotta worry about me
Cause one of my niggas keep a Glock on the band of they waist
It's feeling like summer 16
Get fresh, I'm stepping out clean
These niggas ain't
These niggas ain't
These niggas ain't f*ckin' with me
Spot opps in the party and they quiet
Tell him stop playing with me like I'm Riot
Bet not want no smoke cause nigga
I promise I only choose violence
Good vibes, good money, good nights
I don't really try to be in no fights
But a nigga try gang, and me
That nigga gon' die
Outside not in no never
Your old nigga never did it better
I done been everywhere y'all been
But y'all just outside tryna play catch up
Niggas flex fake money on the gram
Accountant say I be going ham
Stay with the green around me
Feeling like Sam-I-Am
Your fits be a chop, no lamb
I pull up, they pulling out cams
You post on the gram and none of your followers
Don't even give a damn
I'ma walk down, walk down
Ain't shit for us to really talk about
Walk it out, walk it out
Beat a nigga ass, tell him walk it out
Walk down, walk down
Lemme see a opp, we gon' walk down
Walk it out, walk it out
Meet me outback, we can glock it out
Got the don on deck, I'm wildin
Hate niggas that's drunk and violent
At the bank, only time I'm smilin
For the gang only time, I'm sliding
I don't give a f*ck
If one of my niggas wrong, bitch, I'm lying
And you know where my loyalty lie
So bitch, don't even try it
Stop calling my phone with the cryin
You ain't mine bitch, we vibin
Slut boy summer
Got way too many options, I'm tryin
Money long, and the third leg too
Crashing out and I'm not your boo
Never let a motherf*cker talk crazy to me
I give they ass to boot
Come eat it up like food
Eat it up like I'm your dude
Eat it up like it's your last time
And you got something to prove
Outside, but ain't shit in your pockets
Gimmie brain on no motherf*ckin college
You can tell all your friends that we talk
If that's what you really wanna call it
Nigga, I got motion, I'm ballin
Tell em show a bank roll they stallin
My money be stacked
But outside, just keep callin
Bitch, all of these shots, I'm callin
I'ma walk down, walk down
Ain't shit for us to really talk about
Walk it out, walk it out
Beat a nigga ass, tell him walk it out
Walk down, walk down
Lemme see a opp, we gon' walk down
Walk it out, walk it out
Meet me outback, we can glock it out
Walk