Walk Up (feat. Chrizzo)
Walk up with the stick I let it hit like Donald Glover
Talking with your chick she say young Chrizzo is a busta
Shorty keep on texting talking game like she my lover
I cut her off I call her friend I'm grinding undercover
Say young Chrizzo why you flexing
Shorties asking for your number
Driving whips I got the hummer
Ay yo bro lets burn that rubber
Eating shrimps just like I'm Bubba
Hitting licks then I'm running
Catch me poolside we getting baked
We balling every summer
I swear we balling every summer
And I put that on my momma
We was eating noodles broke as hell
And now we eating pasta
I told bro lets get these commas
Drip for ever in some Prada
Shorty got some daddy issues
Tell her 'zo can be her father
Gotta bag, hit the jet
Watch it lag, I got a Tec
I pull it out, I get you wet
Look at yo brodie, he know he next (BOW)
(Ha, ha, ha)
Shorty I'm not even a rapper man
I'm just having fun with this
Bevans Bumpin' you know how we bumping man
Shout out my boy 'dan
Shout out my boy 'stan
This sound familiar
Chrizzo in this hoe I'm flexing bands look at my pockets
Shorty be on games I told lil baby just to stop it
Drop it, pop it, you know we rocking
Chrizzo got your shorty dripping wetter than a faucet (splash)
Flexing these bands for fun (aye)
Shorty she know I'm the one (aye)
Drinking me up like some punch (punch)
Licking me up like some crumbs (crumbs)
She in love with the kid (aye)
She like how I play with her tongue
Shorty I'm feeling her lungs
Sit down eat me up like some lunch (skrrt, skrrt)
Chrizzo you having your fun (aye)
Shining so bright like the sun
She beating me up like a drum
Chasing money Forrest Gump
I don't know Chrizzo why you flexing
If she don't like me ask lil baby why she texting
She keep snapping
but ain't bout action
I just be laughing
Shout out Jackson (Spice Girls)
I don't even care bout these females
Why I'm capping
If it ain't about the money then I'm blasting
B-b-blasting off I swear my shorties getting lit
Bev he hit me up and like "Bro lets make a hit"
I grabbed the blick he said "a song is what I meant"
I swear young Chrizzo man that young boy is legit (gang)
Talking with your chick she say young Chrizzo is a busta
Shorty keep on texting talking game like she my lover
I cut her off I call her friend I'm grinding undercover
Say young Chrizzo why you flexing
Shorties asking for your number
Driving whips I got the hummer
Ay yo bro lets burn that rubber
Eating shrimps just like I'm Bubba
Hitting licks then I'm running
Catch me poolside we getting baked
We balling every summer
I swear we balling every summer
And I put that on my momma
We was eating noodles broke as hell
And now we eating pasta
I told bro lets get these commas
Drip for ever in some Prada
Shorty got some daddy issues
Tell her 'zo can be her father
Gotta bag, hit the jet
Watch it lag, I got a Tec
I pull it out, I get you wet
Look at yo brodie, he know he next (BOW)
(Ha, ha, ha)
Shorty I'm not even a rapper man
I'm just having fun with this
Bevans Bumpin' you know how we bumping man
Shout out my boy 'dan
Shout out my boy 'stan
This sound familiar
Chrizzo in this hoe I'm flexing bands look at my pockets
Shorty be on games I told lil baby just to stop it
Drop it, pop it, you know we rocking
Chrizzo got your shorty dripping wetter than a faucet (splash)
Flexing these bands for fun (aye)
Shorty she know I'm the one (aye)
Drinking me up like some punch (punch)
Licking me up like some crumbs (crumbs)
She in love with the kid (aye)
She like how I play with her tongue
Shorty I'm feeling her lungs
Sit down eat me up like some lunch (skrrt, skrrt)
Chrizzo you having your fun (aye)
Shining so bright like the sun
She beating me up like a drum
Chasing money Forrest Gump
I don't know Chrizzo why you flexing
If she don't like me ask lil baby why she texting
She keep snapping
but ain't bout action
I just be laughing
Shout out Jackson (Spice Girls)
I don't even care bout these females
Why I'm capping
If it ain't about the money then I'm blasting
B-b-blasting off I swear my shorties getting lit
Bev he hit me up and like "Bro lets make a hit"
I grabbed the blick he said "a song is what I meant"
I swear young Chrizzo man that young boy is legit (gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Davis
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