Walkin

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Loaf Bag Boys, Loaf Bag Boys, yeah
(That might be toxic, don't touch it)

[Chorus]
You ain't get that ass from your mama, bitch, you got that from the doctor (On God)
I ain't gon' lie, I wanna hit you, damn, just from the way you walkin' (Yeah)
I want you and you, on me, that ass fat, you ain't got an option
Your nigga broke, I know he got that cheap-ass Charger from the auction (Haha)
I know they hate it
When I signed my deal, them niggas told me congratulations (Fuck you)
I know that shit was cap, I seen that shit all in they faces (Fuck 'em)
Every risk I took, I think 'bout LayLay and lil' Macy (Yeah)
Every brick I jugg for a better education (For real)

[Verse 1]
I don't really say shit (Yeah)
Cuzzo call me every other day waitin' on them plates hit (Them 'bows)
I ain't on no gay shit (Yeah)
Ridin' with a car full of dicks ready to spray shit (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Probably gon' put these regular bags down 'cause I can't make shit
I'm probably gon' put these bags up in the air 'cause I can't wait, shit (Damn)
I paid auntie lights and she still put me out
Guess she probably went against the deal 'cause I quake shit

[Chorus]
I ain't gon' lie, I wanna hit you, damn, just from the way you walkin' (On God)
I want you and you, on me, that ass fat, you ain't got an option
Your nigga broke, I know he got that cheap-ass Charger from the auction (With his poor ass)
I know they hate it
When I signed my deal, them niggas told me congratulations (Fuck 'em)
I know that shit was cap, I seen that shit all in they faces (Fuck 'em)
Every risk I took, I think 'bout LayLay and lil' Macy (Yeah)
Every brick I jugg for a better education (On God)
I don't really say shit (Woo)

[Verse 2]
I sold a half a 'bow up in a 'bow bag (Finesse)
I got my money out the streets, them niggas know that (On God)
She got a bag and fixed her teeth, I call her Bodak (Yeah)
And I might never get no wifey with my ho ass (Haha)
We in the fast lane (Yeah), we gettin' fast money (On God)
Ain't no way in hell I'm beefin' with no crash dummy (No broke-ass)
I give 'em twenty thousand (Woo), nigga, all hundreds (Damn)
If they catch you Sunday, I bet you're gone Monday (On God)
On God

[Outro]
I give 'em twenty thousand, I bet you're gone, yeah