Walkkin

Know what I'm sayin'?
Bandage (Guy need a bandage in the cut)
Bandage that boy (Bitch, you ain't cut nothing)
Uh-uh
Bitch ass nigga

Got [?] in the cut, you might need a bandage (Oh, yeah)
And I been on that fuck shit, don't care what they say (At all)
I'm just running out of love 'cause that shit go both ways (Come on)
I say, "Niggas ain't on none, they just renegotiate" (Okay)
I peep, 'em all hate (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah), all fake (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas tryna ball a block, then we gon' ball fake (Come on)
Look, I be the one who call the shot and not the ball play (At all)
I start the whole collar, mhm, now I [?] (Baow, baow, baow)
I say, "Run a nigga down about that beef, hit his tomato" (Come here)
Birds of a feather flock together, don't save 'em (Mmm-mmm)
How you got yo' stone took but in that booth you so gangsta? (The fuck?)
Niggas yes man, I'm talking Mr. Favour Favour
I be posted in that swamp, yeah, Gneezy, alligator
And I was stealing cars, I see them folks, go and shake 'em (I'm going, I'm goin')
Run a nigga down, straight shots, no chaser (Come here)
Talking dirty face in town, clean cut, no [?]
I'm sticking to the script, no pad, no paper (At all)
I keep it on my hip, bad back 'fore I face 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
I'ma trip when them trips, gonna tie your shoelace (Come on)
They like, "Fuck Lil G9, that lil' boy two-faced"
And I keep blue faces (Uh-huh, uh-huh), ayy, who race? (Oh, yeah)
It's a shell catcher at the end of the stick, who traced
I be tryna stop my dogs from sit, who waitin'?
Mama told me, "Nah, just sit yo' ass down and have patience" (Come on)
I respect you to a dog, but, I'm a dog ass nigga
I said, "Ain't none to fold a bitch up behind that pistol" (Ain't none)
I say, "Even on a road, nigga, know I ain't no swisher" (No sweet)
He hiding behind that image, only good on a picture
Ni-Niggas booty-shaking, almost took him for a stripper (Ayy, ayy)
Hw say, "Everything Kosher," 'til we crack his lil' pickle (Come here)
He snoozing off that lean, now he off a big slipper (Ayy, ayy)
Even though that boy my dog, you know I had to Mike Vick 'em
These niggas taste the rainbow, call that boy a bag of Skittles
I hit it from a angle, 'cause I got a grippy pistol (Baow, baow, baow)
You niggas bitches from all angle, y'all are dogs, not killers (At all)
I'm talking make a nigga beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller (Come here, come here)
The way that stick hit repeating, he did not fuck the trigger (Baow, baow, baow)
All he heard was, "Fah, fah," that's a snaggle tooth pistol (Okay)
Niggas talk behind yo' back, why you bragging so official (Yeah, yeah)
I done drenched up my mouth, drenched up his house (Ayy, come on)
Why you the fuck you flagging like the grinch never out? (I'm here)
I be sliding foreign, but, right now I'm in her house
Niggas get no pass, it's a tag on yo' mouth (Come here)
Before I go out bad, I'ma crash this bitch out
Rat (Ayy, ayy), niggas never rat (At all)
There's a way (Always), gotta be, we drowning in the set
I'm with Lil Tech (Ayy), and he say he ain't stopping 'til they straight
These niggas flex, like why you showing all that chest?

Why you showing that lil' chest?
Why the fuck you doing that boy?