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Rylo Rodriguez Ft Lil Baby & 42 Dugg – Walk Lyrics
Feezie Productions
F*** that n**** Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
N**** punks, sittin’ all lookin’ at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can’t see us, this trap boarded up
Don’t run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem f*****’ exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin’ for her ’cause I f***** her with my pants on
I gave every young n**** a Glock in my hood
Which one you workin’? Buy two, you servin’
And that hat , get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin’
I could’ve bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty
Glock 27, I stuck a d*** in it, it was a virgin
I’ma chase that paper ’til I’m tired, n**** had a rest
They wear this carb’, he still die, but he had a vest
Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet
I signed a deal then my city on a private jet
I rock Fear of God, I ain’t never feared a n**** yet
All of us got bankrolls, we do not flex with each other’s checks
And these hoes know I’m the G.O.A.T., I’m fresh out the barn
I’m dropping my addy, she call that baby s*** ’round me, the foreign
Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don’t s*** d***, walk
Plug walk, draco, walk
Now he can’t walk
F*** that n**** Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
N**** punks, sittin’ all lookin’ at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can’t see us, this trap boarded up
Don’t run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem f*****’ exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin’ for her ’cause I f***** her with my pants on
No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly f*** it off
Won’t put my BM in the Benz, I heard she f*****’ off
I been out here grindin’, Rollie timin’, yeah, we wildin’
Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand
Presi’, Presi’, Patek, they like, “Doggybone a problem”
I ain’t go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh
Seen two mill’ in blues, he don’t even f*** with Bloods
‘Cause I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, “How much the club got?”
Can’t wait ’til they left bud, a’ight, I’m done playin’ games
Won’t switch for not a b****, then hear my son sayin’, “Change”
Like we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun’, I moved that s*** in Vegas
If not fine, then I’m with Baby, if not Baby, I’m with Ced
So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin’ meds
Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don’t s*** d***, walk
Plug walk, draco, walk
Now he can’t walk
F*** that n**** Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
N**** punks, sittin’ all lookin’ at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can’t see us, this trap boarded up
Don’t run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem f*****’ exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin’ for her ’cause I f***** her with my pants on
Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don’t need no OnlyFans
I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance
I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand
I just hope the play not play with me, we gon’ f*** up the plan
I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was
Don’t know what they kid gon’ pull up in, I just keep switchin’ up
I had racks before my buzz, if they know, they know what’s up
Ain’t too many n***** in Atlanta sold more bags than us
Rylo went new cat on ’em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on ’em
I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they a**, for real
B**** all in my comments, makin’ jokes like I be poppin’ pills
Boy, you know what’s up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real
Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don’t s*** d***, walk
Plug walk, draco, walk
Now he can’t walk
F*** that n**** Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
N**** punks, sittin’ all lookin’ at the lines I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can’t see us, this trap boarded up
Don’t run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom
I need help, I got a problem f*****’ exotic dancers
From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin’ for her ’cause I f***** her with my pants on
B****
Sum’n light
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