Walkin Bad (feat. Khaneezy)
(Uh yea okay)
(Uh what)
(Yea yea yea)
Kept it real too many times eventually done listening
Done caught my old bitch fucking on the homie really sickening
Put my heart on ice when I'm outside you see it glistening
I only hit it once she text me after really missing it
Really missing it
Can't chase a bitch, everyday money getting it
Seen him take a hit of the blunt I don't want it had him fidgeting
Survival of the fittest
Niggas ain't with it
Bring em in the lions den
I don't tell her I love her cause if I did you'll say I be lying then
I had to drop a lot of niggas in the journey they wasn't trying to win
Only time I drop a nigga or a bitch is when they can't keep it 10
All my bitches chasing they be trying cuff me but I'm not interested
Plug get on my nerves he ain't have no wok so I'm sipping triss again
Freak bitch when she with me out in public she act like a timid bitch
Broke nigga posting like he copped a foreign but he really rented it
Pray to God I don't got to sin again
Bring them backwoods and a sprinter van
I'm a run up a couple M's or die trying nigga think I'm 50 cent
Nigga hating now but he been a fan
Bitches waiting on me trying to pick the man
I ain't really trying to fall in love with you if you trying to fuck we can get it in
I done told the bitch not to fall in love
Over time she was giving in
Already knew from the jump that a nigga like would be in this predicament
Lame niggas got the game fucked up doing all that trickin shit
I might give her dick, I can't give her time, really I can't give her shit
Getting money just to spend it on a hoe
Tell me how you getting rich
Only after, caught her in a lie now she trying to play innocent
I can't trust em, so I don't never cuff em
She can't say I did her bad
She was cool until she started getting in her feelings
I don't really got no time for that
These the same bitches niggas in love with
I can see why they mad
I don't really step in the club
When I touch a bag only time I hit my dance
We don't smoke the same the shit we blowing have you on your ass
Now they peeped that I'm a nigga watching moves with pen and pad
Kind of crazy all these bitches with kids and no fucking dad
Versace top with Louie bottom different feeling walking bad
(Uh what)
(Yea yea yea)
Kept it real too many times eventually done listening
Done caught my old bitch fucking on the homie really sickening
Put my heart on ice when I'm outside you see it glistening
I only hit it once she text me after really missing it
Really missing it
Can't chase a bitch, everyday money getting it
Seen him take a hit of the blunt I don't want it had him fidgeting
Survival of the fittest
Niggas ain't with it
Bring em in the lions den
I don't tell her I love her cause if I did you'll say I be lying then
I had to drop a lot of niggas in the journey they wasn't trying to win
Only time I drop a nigga or a bitch is when they can't keep it 10
All my bitches chasing they be trying cuff me but I'm not interested
Plug get on my nerves he ain't have no wok so I'm sipping triss again
Freak bitch when she with me out in public she act like a timid bitch
Broke nigga posting like he copped a foreign but he really rented it
Pray to God I don't got to sin again
Bring them backwoods and a sprinter van
I'm a run up a couple M's or die trying nigga think I'm 50 cent
Nigga hating now but he been a fan
Bitches waiting on me trying to pick the man
I ain't really trying to fall in love with you if you trying to fuck we can get it in
I done told the bitch not to fall in love
Over time she was giving in
Already knew from the jump that a nigga like would be in this predicament
Lame niggas got the game fucked up doing all that trickin shit
I might give her dick, I can't give her time, really I can't give her shit
Getting money just to spend it on a hoe
Tell me how you getting rich
Only after, caught her in a lie now she trying to play innocent
I can't trust em, so I don't never cuff em
She can't say I did her bad
She was cool until she started getting in her feelings
I don't really got no time for that
These the same bitches niggas in love with
I can see why they mad
I don't really step in the club
When I touch a bag only time I hit my dance
We don't smoke the same the shit we blowing have you on your ass
Now they peeped that I'm a nigga watching moves with pen and pad
Kind of crazy all these bitches with kids and no fucking dad
Versace top with Louie bottom different feeling walking bad
Credits
Writer(s): Da’ronn Gaither
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