Walk
The Force is with you, young Skywalker, but you are not a Jedi yet
(Damn) Uh, I'm 'bout to walk, pree how I switch it up
TK talk, just see how we give it up
Matter of fact, wait, take you to another place
Like Lee, I'm taking off the weights
I'm opening gates, fifth headed to the eighth
I'm kickin'-flippin' how I skate- Whoa, hol' on
Umm, this the wrong beat, right? (What?)
Aight, aight, you could put the real beat on
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey) Uh, uh, I'm 'bout to walk
Pree how I switch it up (Pree how I)
TK talk, just see how we give it up
Matter of fact, wait, take you to another place
Like Lee, I'm taking off the weights (Uh-huh)
Opening gates, fifth headed to the eighth
Kickin'-flippin' how I skate, whoa, hol' on, huh (Hol' on)
Check out the temperature (Temperature)
All of my guys heating up on the regular, uh (Ha)
Ain't tryna Spyro (Spyro)
I don't drag on beef, I'm with heat, I'm a pyro, uh (Ha)
I'ma roll when I spin, right after brodie pop a pick
That's a maestro (Ah)
Up next, haven't sneezed but God blessed
I'm too calm to stress
No vest, I protect, and with this iron, I'ma press
Shooting like a tech (Ha, ha)
I never meant Nike, check 'em if he tryna fight me
We out to Quebec
Where it's cold as an icy, but I might just find a wifey
Fuck all the naysay (What?)
If he want issues, I'll pop a nigga like I'm Dayday
That's even on Friday, facts
Lil' bitch, we elite, we ain't discreet
Test this key and we delete
I'm 'bout to start walking
Spending the bucks, face a blunt in Milwaukee (Milwaukee)
Niggas is cunts how they lips started talking (Ah-ah)
Fuck out my face 'cause y'all stalking my pockets, wait
I'm wiping it clean like a stain off a phone (Hey)
Mirror my image, they call it a clone (Hey)
Cheddar my pockets, call my VLone (Hey)
Call it a game, but I'm here for the throne (Hey, yah, yah)
Fixing ya bitch like a plate
All in her guts while she eating some steak
Swallow my nut, got my cum, how's it taste?
And then I put my clothes on and hop in the Wraith (Ha, ha, ha)
Hey, been getting cash
Smokin' a blunt while I fuck on her ass
Squirtin' and squirmin' 'cause she 'bout to blast
And I pull out the racks and I spazz to the max (Max)
Walk underwater, driftin' the feet to the top
You know I could fuck on ya daughter but that's not a order
I gotta get it like Pop, I'm out on the block
Trappin' it like I'm Capone (Ha)
I'm facin' a blunt, that's right to the dome (Ha)
Not regular Runtz, to match with the flow
I fill it with skunk, then I start to blow
I'm 'bout to walk
Feeling like Uzi, I might never miss
Eternal Atake when I link with ya bitch
Get hit in ya jaw if you touch on my drip
Stirrin' the pot 'cause TK, we stay lit
Back out the Nina, sign me a prenup
I'll take the cash, credits, and the Visa
Shawty from KB gon' move like a skeezer
Cold flow, in the freezer, BK with the keepers
Four-Five with the sleepers, hit hard, no repeaters
Xanny on me, no leaners (Ha)
LA fresh like I'm rappin' on Leakers (Ha, ha, ha)
Shout out to Moya, he's holding it down (Ha)
Shout out Jay Fizzy, stay dripped 'til he drowns (Ha)
All from BK, know the love, it goes round (Ha)
Never gon' fake it, two feet on the ground (Ha, ha)
Yeah, we never gon' drown, two feet on the ground, yeah
Lil Ray, Lil Papi, and we never goin' down
Uh, yeah (Never go, never go, never go)
Two feet on the ground, two feet on the ground
(Two feet on the ground, ground) Yeah
(Ayy, ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Damn) Uh, I'm 'bout to walk, pree how I switch it up
TK talk, just see how we give it up
Matter of fact, wait, take you to another place
Like Lee, I'm taking off the weights
I'm opening gates, fifth headed to the eighth
I'm kickin'-flippin' how I skate- Whoa, hol' on
Umm, this the wrong beat, right? (What?)
Aight, aight, you could put the real beat on
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey) Uh, uh, I'm 'bout to walk
Pree how I switch it up (Pree how I)
TK talk, just see how we give it up
Matter of fact, wait, take you to another place
Like Lee, I'm taking off the weights (Uh-huh)
Opening gates, fifth headed to the eighth
Kickin'-flippin' how I skate, whoa, hol' on, huh (Hol' on)
Check out the temperature (Temperature)
All of my guys heating up on the regular, uh (Ha)
Ain't tryna Spyro (Spyro)
I don't drag on beef, I'm with heat, I'm a pyro, uh (Ha)
I'ma roll when I spin, right after brodie pop a pick
That's a maestro (Ah)
Up next, haven't sneezed but God blessed
I'm too calm to stress
No vest, I protect, and with this iron, I'ma press
Shooting like a tech (Ha, ha)
I never meant Nike, check 'em if he tryna fight me
We out to Quebec
Where it's cold as an icy, but I might just find a wifey
Fuck all the naysay (What?)
If he want issues, I'll pop a nigga like I'm Dayday
That's even on Friday, facts
Lil' bitch, we elite, we ain't discreet
Test this key and we delete
I'm 'bout to start walking
Spending the bucks, face a blunt in Milwaukee (Milwaukee)
Niggas is cunts how they lips started talking (Ah-ah)
Fuck out my face 'cause y'all stalking my pockets, wait
I'm wiping it clean like a stain off a phone (Hey)
Mirror my image, they call it a clone (Hey)
Cheddar my pockets, call my VLone (Hey)
Call it a game, but I'm here for the throne (Hey, yah, yah)
Fixing ya bitch like a plate
All in her guts while she eating some steak
Swallow my nut, got my cum, how's it taste?
And then I put my clothes on and hop in the Wraith (Ha, ha, ha)
Hey, been getting cash
Smokin' a blunt while I fuck on her ass
Squirtin' and squirmin' 'cause she 'bout to blast
And I pull out the racks and I spazz to the max (Max)
Walk underwater, driftin' the feet to the top
You know I could fuck on ya daughter but that's not a order
I gotta get it like Pop, I'm out on the block
Trappin' it like I'm Capone (Ha)
I'm facin' a blunt, that's right to the dome (Ha)
Not regular Runtz, to match with the flow
I fill it with skunk, then I start to blow
I'm 'bout to walk
Feeling like Uzi, I might never miss
Eternal Atake when I link with ya bitch
Get hit in ya jaw if you touch on my drip
Stirrin' the pot 'cause TK, we stay lit
Back out the Nina, sign me a prenup
I'll take the cash, credits, and the Visa
Shawty from KB gon' move like a skeezer
Cold flow, in the freezer, BK with the keepers
Four-Five with the sleepers, hit hard, no repeaters
Xanny on me, no leaners (Ha)
LA fresh like I'm rappin' on Leakers (Ha, ha, ha)
Shout out to Moya, he's holding it down (Ha)
Shout out Jay Fizzy, stay dripped 'til he drowns (Ha)
All from BK, know the love, it goes round (Ha)
Never gon' fake it, two feet on the ground (Ha, ha)
Yeah, we never gon' drown, two feet on the ground, yeah
Lil Ray, Lil Papi, and we never goin' down
Uh, yeah (Never go, never go, never go)
Two feet on the ground, two feet on the ground
(Two feet on the ground, ground) Yeah
(Ayy, ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Dwayne Richardson, Demetrius L. Stewart, William Holmes, Deandre Cortez Way
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