Wally (feat. PR!ME & Kidd Dannie)

I got Pr!me and Kidd Dannie with Sev'n Almighty
Yunno the music gonna hit
Yh we're in the game, we ain't missing
I got the music for the ages
Yh we dodging leeches, at supersonic speed, ain't giving to bad energy
You want me to be your Dorian gray I see you and i greet namastey yuh
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally)
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally)
Vibe eternal, yh we jolly, she wan' suck my lolly
Kriss Kringle on his sledge we dropping hits like Wally
Yh we go balling, yh we go vibing, making our moves we ain't flopping
Yh we go raving
SwImming in money, praising the Lord we ain't stopping
We ain't getting carried away, from all these hoes i run away
I was low-key yesterday, now I'm high, feeling the sky all day yh
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally)
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally)
Vibe eternal, yh we jolly, she wan' suck my lolly
Kriss Kringle on his sledge we dropping hits like Wally
She wally uhh
She think she fine, but she ugly bruhh
She think that she funny, she boring uhh
She got no ass and no titties now
She a wally now
IG be causing this shit
Making them think like they hot and some shit
Ah
Make up doing the most
Look at the face
You might just run up and ghost
Let me cap on this shit
On my neck, you could see VVS's (Ice, Ice)
Ice on my wrist you could just ski on that shit
Look
Kingpin, drugs, smoke we just tryna feel good bro
Player of the year, I got bitches in my condo
Twenty on the jac, spent it all, we got some real dough
Made it out the trenches, Yeno, me and dannie, good bro
Wally west, she a fast nigga (Zoom)
Break hearts, she a bad nigga
No love, she a gold digger
Wally girl, she got no figure
Twenty five in a mansion
Cold heart, no attraction
Fuck love and affection
Ugly girl no erection
Twenty five in a mansion
Cold heart, no attraction
Fuck love and affection
Ugly girl no erection
Damn, wally wally wally wally wally wally
Yeah wally wally wally wally wally wally
Yeah wally wally wally out the streets, off the van
Bands off the wall
Yeah I get paper; cash receipts
See me out here I be lit (Ah, ooh-oh-oh-oh)
Forty rushed in with a sick bitch, yeah
Forty get shot for a sick bitch, yeah (Yeah)
Play with my dick like a sick bitch, yeah (Yeah)
She comin' back like a frisbee, huh
Who you gon' show when you see me? Aye
Up with this shit like Mosby, yeah
Fuckin' up teams like Kobe, 24
See me outside with that patek on me (Yeah)
I might come out with the glock on my hip (Yeah)
They might say that it's that Rambo shit (Yeah)
Rambo that shit and I flee from the scene (Yeah)
I put my soul in the trap and that's it (Ayy)
Don't give a fuck what you think 'bout me (Ah)
Don't give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout me
I ate this track and this ain't my E, Yeah
Wally wally wally out the van
She be trappin' like a nigga from the south
Yeah I'm on a streak and you know this go crazy, it's a hit
Ain't got much to say 'cept watch out for my dawgs
'Cause they be hot and when we step out we be lit
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally
Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally
Girl i love it when you put your ... all on me
Not your ... all on me
Wally, Wally