Walkin’ In

[Verse 1: DJ]
Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great)
All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down
We be really makin' niggas leave, we ain't cappin' now
Hoes in my DM, "Oh, you rappin' now?"
Vegas, shootin' black chips, ain't no crappin' out
Gusher smoke, Metro Bloomin got me tappin' out
These Dior on my feet, I ain't campin' out
Thousand dollar shoes every time I'm steppin' out (Bitch)
I'm with Neezy, I'm with Billy, don't get extra'd out
Niggas lookin' for a reason to pull they weapon out
Niggas doin' lame shit I don't know how to do
Basic ass black jacket, but it's Prada, fool
Peelin' hundreds 'til my mom say, "I'm proud of you"
Old bitches textin' me sayin', "I'm tired of you"
New bitch pussy good, head fire too
Picky nigga, I only like fuckin' rich hoes
Back of the Cullinan with some lit hoes (Double-R)
Pullin' off in big foreigns, ain't no six-fours
Keep fly shit on my feet, where you get those?
Niggas tryna walk in my shoes, you can't fit those

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Keep braggin' 'bout these bitches, yeah, I hit those
Top tier bad bitches, I be with those
She gon' drop and give me fifty like I'm Mike Jones
I got two bitches layin' down my side bones
Feel like Birdman, I'm finna get my sign on
BucksClan in this bitch, so the line long
He got a fake ass Rollie, so his time wrong
Balenciaga sweater for the rain, nigga
All this Don '42, that's for the pain, nigga
Niggas said I switched up, but I'm the same nigga
BucksClan, this a fuckin' army, ain't no lame niggas
All I got is bitches in this phone, ain't no games, nigga
I just gave a bum a hundred dollars, ain't no change, nigga
I be really plottin' with the Clan, tryna hang niggas
I ain't have Picasso in my house, I had to paint pictures
Gucci collared shirt, fresh as fuck, let's take school pictures
I don't like the bitches that be friendly, I like rude bitches
Way too much for one bitch, I need two bitches
I ain't doin' shit for free, yeah, let's get it clear
All the bitches runnin' in, they heard Jeeezy here
Knowin' damn well when I hit her, I'ma disappear
See it clear, yeah, it's 2020, bitch, this my year
It's Dior, nigga, you won't find this at no Goodwill

[Outro: DJ]
Walkin' in, security ain't doin' no patdown (Low the Great)
All these bags in the club, yeah, we strapped down
We be really makin' niggas leave, we ain't cappin' now