Walked

[Intro: Slump6s]
(Paulo)
Yah, yah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Okay, niggas hate how I'm doing the most
In the back, tried pull up, get ghost
Know I made that boy backup, beam on the scope
Pockets fat, yeah, them ho’s overflow
Hit that ho from the back, she can't take it no more
Bust on her back, I'ma pass her to bro, she already a ho, I can’t save her no more (Ha)
I walk 'round with them hunnids on me, that bitch say she wan' fuck, cause I'm famous, lil' ho (Ha)
Yeah, my brudda gon jump out that V, nigga talk down again, he ain't living no more (Ha, yeah, yah)
All these bitches know what I mean, yeah, I'm only eighteen, already a goat
We walk in, and we claimin' the city, can’t fuck with my team, yeah, we mopping the floor
Double cup got Wock’ in it, your bitch put my cock in it
Uh huh, most these niggas not with it (Uh huh), and yo' team, they not with it
Hold up, I be counting big money (Uh huh), yes, I made a profit (Uh huh)
Niggas toting broad day, pussy ain’t finna pop shit (Uh huh)
Big Drac make him fall back (Uh huh), leave a nigga nauseous (Uh huh)
Bitch, I'm making boof pack (Uh huh), go ahead and cop it (Uh huh)
Diamonds make him move back (Uh huh), got that boy like, "God damn", uh huh
She like, "How you do that?" (Uh huh), she like how the rocks stand

[Bridge: Slump6s]
Niggas already know what the fuck going on, nigga (Ah, ah)
They know what the fuck we did (Ah, ah, ah)
Right, twin? (Ah, ah, ah)
Stop playing, with the gang (Ah, ah, ah)
Ay, twin, c'mon

[Verse 2: maajins]
Got 'Balenci coat, with no Glock in it, that boy got double cup, with no Wock’ in it
Don't fuck with a simp bitch, we dropping it
Lil bitch, I count money, got stocks in it
Niggas be bitches, they gossiping, step on his spot, we gon- ooh (Haha)
Step on his spot, when we rocking him, he not fighting this knock on my boot, uh
Bitch, I go dumb, go ku, huh? Slide to his block, we in route
Tell that fuck nigga, "Stick to the hoops", I don't know why he stepped in the booth
Niggas switching they shit, yeah, they poo, I'm rocking red, just like Winnie the Pooh
Fuck that boy up, he a skinny lil dude (Hm), why he talking? We'll kill him, lil dude
Oh my God, yeah, Oh my God (Oh my God)
Hop on the beat, and I keep flowing, yall niggas been on my dick, and yall keep going
Got a new CPN, I'ma T-Bone it (Yeah), I'm done fucking that bitch, ain't no keep on it, huh?
Niggas collectors, don't be on it, and he don't get no puss, put a V on it

[Verse 3: Slump6s & Maajins]
Bro got a drop, "Okay, we on it"
I got my foot on the game, got my knee on it
Bullets go through his whole neck, make 'em seek cover
Talking 'bout she love me, bitch, "We don't know each other"
I be so high, I'm a weed lover
I got that shit make that fuck nigga recover
Mr. Two Ricks, I got Rick Owens seat covers
Don't fuck with niggas, yeah, thats what I discover, bitch
No, we don't fuck with lil' bro
Made a M, and you can't hold a dub? (Oh nah)
Jugging his mans, thats tough
Nigga dead wrong, sipping that tuss
Bitch, shutup with the fuss
Whole gang gon' blick shit up, one of us
Bitch, I make plays, bitch, I'm on a hunt
Bullet hitting your face, nigga, outta luck (Nigga outta luck)