Walk Around
I been walking 'round with zero bitches
I don't got no misses, bitches tell me "Mind yo' business"
Had to switch it up, don't give no fucks about your mistress
Got a tummy tuck, and now she asking for forgiveness
Uh, bitch, who you kidding?
Gotta cross you up, bitch, I been balling so religious
Rocking white kicks, I been dunking double digits
I been eating good 'cause I got bitches superstitious
Fed's don't got no clue, my bank account is so suspicious
Like a broken record in the book that's titled Guinness
Please just hear me out, no, I ain't talking 'bout no midgets
Why you going quiet-eyed rapping? Dude, no crickets
Check my flip-phone, fuck it, I'ma spend my minutes
Barbies burning bridges, bringing bitches to they limits
Whipping in the kitchen, riding wood like they some witches
I'm Nintendo Switch-ing up the flow like I be glitching
I been wit' yo' bitch this whole time that she's been missing
Uh
A-Ron, bro', please let me get one verse, bro', please
'Kay, just don't fuck this up
(You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder)
Ayy, yuh
Chip on my shoulder, but I'm still growing older
In my element, like so full
People come around like vultures when I (walk around)
I swear it's really that simple
New song so fire like candles
Look at her smile, no dimples
But I got the ring that make her wanna risk it
Text dryer than a Popeyes biscuit
New collab', you never wanna miss it
Lots at stake, cooking up brisket
Treat me with respect
Gotta get this off my chest
Like bench press, know the rest
I won't wait for your text
You might have dollars, but I got more sense
Glad I can say your name by using past tense
Me and A-Ron like some dogs inside that white picket fence
When I see you walk around, girl, it get so intense
She so despicable, effort put in is minimal
I'm just acting so typical, why you thinking I'm into you?
Aaron, talking 'bout midgets, but I'm gon' spin her like fidgets
After I ask for the digits, Double A-Ron knows that I did it, yuh
You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder
Uh, yeah
'Cause it can bring you down
Just remember I told you
Hey there
And if you doing good, uh
And it will come back to ya, uh
I don't got no misses, bitches tell me "Mind yo' business"
Had to switch it up, don't give no fucks about your mistress
Got a tummy tuck, and now she asking for forgiveness
Uh, bitch, who you kidding?
Gotta cross you up, bitch, I been balling so religious
Rocking white kicks, I been dunking double digits
I been eating good 'cause I got bitches superstitious
Fed's don't got no clue, my bank account is so suspicious
Like a broken record in the book that's titled Guinness
Please just hear me out, no, I ain't talking 'bout no midgets
Why you going quiet-eyed rapping? Dude, no crickets
Check my flip-phone, fuck it, I'ma spend my minutes
Barbies burning bridges, bringing bitches to they limits
Whipping in the kitchen, riding wood like they some witches
I'm Nintendo Switch-ing up the flow like I be glitching
I been wit' yo' bitch this whole time that she's been missing
Uh
A-Ron, bro', please let me get one verse, bro', please
'Kay, just don't fuck this up
(You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder)
Ayy, yuh
Chip on my shoulder, but I'm still growing older
In my element, like so full
People come around like vultures when I (walk around)
I swear it's really that simple
New song so fire like candles
Look at her smile, no dimples
But I got the ring that make her wanna risk it
Text dryer than a Popeyes biscuit
New collab', you never wanna miss it
Lots at stake, cooking up brisket
Treat me with respect
Gotta get this off my chest
Like bench press, know the rest
I won't wait for your text
You might have dollars, but I got more sense
Glad I can say your name by using past tense
Me and A-Ron like some dogs inside that white picket fence
When I see you walk around, girl, it get so intense
She so despicable, effort put in is minimal
I'm just acting so typical, why you thinking I'm into you?
Aaron, talking 'bout midgets, but I'm gon' spin her like fidgets
After I ask for the digits, Double A-Ron knows that I did it, yuh
You can't walk around with a chip on your shoulder
Uh, yeah
'Cause it can bring you down
Just remember I told you
Hey there
And if you doing good, uh
And it will come back to ya, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Burton, Jackson Dillon, Roberto Guerra
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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