Walking Out

[Intro]
(Turn me up, Primo, let's get it)
Turn the headphones up
(Primo Beats on the track)
Yeah
Just like that
Iced Up Records, bitch

[Verse]
Walkin' out of Neimans draggin' bags
Walkin' out of— alright
Walkin' out of Neimans draggin' bags
Walkin' out of Saks draggin' bags
You ain't got a bag, get up off your ass
Went to Hutch, cashed out a day, I ain't touch a stash
Bitch say her booty little, but it's enough to grab
Only bought four pair of big B's, it's enough to drag
Movin' fast up in the game, I'm a drag artist
When I said my first four bars, that's when the bag started
You walked in with some dollies on, that's when the laps started
I thought my life was in danger, that's when the mag started
If the rap don't work, I'ma thug twice
Ain't did this before, you ain't got enough stripes (Man)
Ain't rappin' with a nigga if he ain't got enough hype
Me and plug real close, I done copped buds twice
Get to flickin' this bitch, this a crud lighter
Get to flickin' the 40, hit you with a Budweiser
Gotta use the lil' rubber bands to keep the dubs tighter
I done flashed a gun in the club, now the club tighter
Drunk a six before I came, I'm in the club tired
When I get rich, I'm handin' all these niggas dollars
I'm off some bullshit, I just fucked a nigga mama
Can't be in the mob unless the whole gang have a [?]
Takin' shits on all these niggas, let me call Luka Troncic
Drinkin' margaritas, eatin' shrimp on the beach in the Bahamas
Ain't got a check in the past year that ain't have a comma
And I ain't fucked a fan in two weeks with a condom
Right, huh, fuck safe sex
Bitch, I could feel teeth, you made me hate neck
Dog tryna sell me a four, I need a taste test
Askin' me what I'm doin', this a drank test
Buy the opp's whole hood, I'm a land owner
Only want to fuck the bitch, then I put my mans on her
I feel bad 'cause I had to put my hands on her
Ever Glock got a light on it, I'll put a tan on it
Ever heard of YSR? Hmm, I put Gramz on you
He got a high point with a 30, hope it jam on him
Beat a nigga ass at the beach and put sand on him
The opps keep gettin' attacked, I put a fan on 'em
Treat him like a new shirt and put a tag on him
Drop a nigga in his front yard, I put grass on him

[Outro]
KrispyLife, bitch
It's with a K, dumbass
Iced Up Records shit, mmm
I gotta know I can't be fucked with
Not even— alright
Bitch, what up, Primo?
(Turn me up, Primo, let's get it)
(Primo Beats on the track)