Walter Payton

Nothings forever
I change for the better
Get cake or the cheddar
Dont fold under pressure

His trash is your treasure
Take that off the lot

So icy laflare
But i cook for that knot

Sell her the bag
I dont trap out the spot

Remember high school
I had gas in my socks

We are not basic
My bitch make you famous
One shot to head
It come right out of your anus

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
I ran with sack and
Came back to them vacant

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
34 On the pack
Hand it right off the pavement

Sucka ass nigga
Cant get what i got

He fell for the bug
And got hit on the block
Police be schemin
We follow the plot

Run up that bag
IGot work round the clock

This the new anthum
My trappers gon sing it
Good gas in atlanta
Take trips out to phoenix
He serve you the pack
But he really didnt mean it
Gave em the bag
With lio extras To feed em

Who is you fuckin with it
Point em all out
You run with them dogs
You get fleas from the couch
Prayin to god
He find me better routes
Kick in yo door & we clear in the house

Fuckin yo bitch
Idc she yo spouse
I got gold on my arm
20k in my mouth
Jugg up them racks
Get it in get it out

Fuck what you sayin
We trap cross the nation
I smoke good jamaican
And serve to Caucasians
Blueprint the basement
Addin up the wages
We dont send location
Thats just simple basics
My Oline amazing
Keep work in rotation
Turn pork into bacon
You gotta have patience

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
I ran with sack and
Came back to them vacant

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
34 On the pack
Hand it right off the pavement
Sucka ass nigga
Cant get what i got

He fell for the bug
And got hit on the block
Police be schemin
We follow the plot

Run up that bag
IGot work round the clock

Balling hard on these niggas like I'm Walter Payton
Had that work on that Work on the grey hound praying we
Make it fuck 12 if they flash gotta Bell gas on deck like the shell
Hit the Bando and make a couple sells got Sick of constantly taking ls
They pass Me the ball took off like im Payton a Stick for these niggas who hating
A Bag for my bitch she been patient Diamonds swimming with the fishes
I just want the bag dont got time to Kick it im posted somewhere in the Trenches
Having conversation bout The millions told my boy jetti lets get It
This one gone fuck up the city i just Struck gold on some midget
They Show the stroke love from ohio to Memphis i was vroke
But i had to fix It Houdini the pack now its missing Walt Payton got it gone

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
I ran with sack and
Came back to them vacant

Ball on these niggas
Feel like walter payton
34 On the pack
Hand it right off the pavement
Sucka ass nigga
Cant get what i got

He fell for the bug
And got hit on the block
Police be schemin
We follow the plot

Run up that bag
IGot work round the clock



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Writer(s): Drew Riser
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