Walk In Freestyle

Bitches, ain't like me then I'm like what changed now?
I got my bag up and I'm doing better it ain't the same now
Maybach GLS five-hundred
My driver speed we doing a hundred
When it's smoke nigga we ain't running
Fresh out the case just dumped bout a hunnid

Walk in, got a snake on my shoes
Get a outta body feeling when I'm counting blues
Take a nap on these nigga i'd even hit snooze
Send yo lil nigga Put yo shooter on the news
Pull that bag out bet yo bitch gon choose
Who she be wit? bet you don't have a clue
I been getting money niggas never seen a two
The smoke never clear nigga rip woo

Been on my grind take a jet to that bag
Stuff the money counter that bitch start to lag
Peso in that matte black jag
Me and that nigga Keith gotta Gwag
I like to flex but ion like to brag
Cause I know that shit make a broke nigga mad
'Member them days broke as hell wit no bag
Man that's the typa shit make you get off yo ass

Yeah I work for mine
And we work for hours
I Got five-six money counters
Brand New mansion marble counters
Maybach say fuck a phantom
Bullets burn his ass we tan em
Got wishes we gon grant em
Gon be on BET Channel

Niggas be capping about they motion
Got all this shit barely paid for promotion
Had to kick down that door that shit wasn't open
Back then, them niggas wouldn't send me no open
They won't give me a mix had to make my own potion
I send niggas shit they wouldn't repost it
Now they wanna fuck wit a nigga cause he built his own shit