Walk Thru

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me
Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me
That nigga broke, ain't got no money
Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie
Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach
Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion
I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments
Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred
Bankroll like I sell dope
Young nigga clean like some soap
She wanna fuck me but nope
Dressin' like I was the Pope
Ooh, get your ass shot at my show
Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga
I make that ho snort the blow
Sellin' elbows for the low

[Verse 1]
Go get that money nigga, that's for sure
He got burnt for the bread and toast
In the Wraith with christians, they catch that holy ghost
Drankin' on lean and the percs, I might overdose
RIP Pimp C, I got too many hoes
Swiss cheese, a nigga turn 'em to holes
Four four-fours, I feel like I'm Hov
In the trap with twelve gunners, open the door
Get them bricks, told my migo had the most
Dressed to work up like I re-up at Lowes
Tool on me bitch, don't make me unload
Stop when I shoot like he makin' a pose
Bitch I'm a player, I ain't datin' no ho
My neck and my wrist on ice cold
Snorting the dope, she still got the white on her nose
Nigga don't come by less than a four
I'm in Miami with zoes, I fuck her and send her a rose
My bank it comin' in rolls, ice ice, I'm froze
We buying them pints and we pouring up fours
Perc and the addy, might fuck on your ho
Draped in designer, my head to my toes
Nigga don't try me like I was no ho
Get your ass shot at my show

[Chorus]
When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me
Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me
That nigga broke, ain't got no money
Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie
Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach
Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion
I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments
Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred
Bankroll like I sell dope
Young nigga clean like some soap
She wanna fuck me but nope
Dressin' like I was the Pope
Ooh, get your ass shot at my show
Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga
I make that ho snort the blow
Sellin' elbows for the low

[Verse 2]
She on her knees like she prayin'
I done got rich, I'm just sayin'
Pull up with three K's like we the Klan
West Coast Cure, gelato in cans
Spiritual OG, the onion man
My Saint Laurent matching the bricks, it's tan
Got my strap on me in this bitch 'cause I can
The fuck you lookin' at? oh that's a fan
I'm trippin', pop me a perc and a xan
Fuck that bitch like I just jumped out the can
Messin' with choppers like we from Iran
Fuck that lil bitch in the back of the van
Shot him in the back, like Ricky he ran
Send in them bags soon as they land
Roll up gelato, pass it to my man
Off-White shit, we ain't wearing off-brand
I'm in Houston, I don't eat at Houston
Fresh as a bitch in my Yeezy Boosts
If I shoot at your top I'ma leave a roof
That birdcall, nigga he a roost
Whole gang rich and we keep an uzi
That bitch fine with a big booty
Kilo sweater on me, I don't do Coogi
Ice drippin' wet, she wanna give me that coochie

[Chorus]
When I walk in this bitch got these hoes on me
Rich nigga shit, I got ice on me
That nigga broke, ain't got no money
Geeking on lean, I look like a zombie
Fuckin' that ho, put the dick in her stomach
Whippin' the pot, make my wrist do an onion
I fucked that ho, now she all in my comments
Ride with the chopper and that bitch hold a hundred
Bankroll like I sell dope
Young nigga clean like some soap
She wanna fuck me but nope
Dressin' like I was the Pope
Ooh, get your ass shot at my show
Don't try me like I was no ho, nigga
I make that ho snort the blow
Sellin' elbows for the low