WALK THROUGH

[Intro]
Ha, yeah, hey, yeah, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like, ha, bags, the motherfucking bag, you heard?
Yo, yeah, uh

[Verse]
Used to do walk ups, now they try and pay us for a walk through
Ain't beefin' with no rappers 'cause my niggas they'll chalk you
And thats the type of drama I ain't needin'
Between Akademiks and twitter, I don't make it to the weekend
Fuck, his niggas bomin' like they CBS, I was in the trenches slangin' cedar, yes
Cutting up the heroin with Dilaudid just so we can stretch
Take a hundred thousand off the movies, let 'em keep the rest
Turn crack cocaine into the VVS, talkin' that fly shit
S 600, eatin' Hibachi with chopsticks, Givenchy'd down gettin' top in the cockpit
Y'all don't fuckin' hear me though
I'm on a yacht, pourin' Tech up in the flute like it's Chardonnay
Lobster tail and scallops out in Mandalay
Dolce and Gabana drippin' on me when the camera blink
No service where we at, so you can't hear a thing
No lifeguard on duty, peep the fucking beauty
I fucked the bitch, lil Uzi slappin' on the booty
Balenciaga boxers 250 for a package of 3
Week in the streets keepin' it G, I keep the average in Jeep
They talkin' trap, but ain't a fiend that could vouch for 'em
Come to me, had fiends trappin' out they house for him
Auntie cool, but don't be tellin' they ain't stashin' nothing
Always gotta hand out, tryna grab something
Know I keep a shooter that'll stab something
And a dyke when hoes acting brazy, that'll rag something
Still shoutin' out my self on my last run in
Nigga, word to mommy, if a pussy try me
We gon' do him in the lobby, send him where Allah be
Talk cocky, walk properly, know that God got me
Snitch niggas, sent the peoples tryna Fox 5 me
I'm somewhere that you can't find me with like 5 thotties
Them IG bitches with a million likes right by me
I'm on the phone, talkin' money on the vac sealer
And niggas still callin' back 'cause the pack killer
Little disclaimer, we don't ever argue, eat a dick, hater
Can't talk baller to a spectator
Still jumpin' out the Mazi rockin' Margiela
Thousand dollar jeans on, and I just walk better
Rocking Off-White in the off weather
They ain't fuckin' with the boy, never (nah)
They ain't fuckin' with the boy, never
Like, 6-0, ha, Fastmoney shit