WALTER WHITE (feat. gbp deeko, RJ Martinez, Nevermind & MATT)
Love has many sides and many faces, sugar
And anyone who hurt you can see the traces of love (Of love)
Oh
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank it's fucking up my kidney
Rolling a wood, on my side I got fifty
I don't stop shooting till my clip be empty
When I'm with drink I be moving so petty
Swerving off the wock I swear I'm not feddy
Yeah I be cutting my pills, but I do not use fenty
He really try fucking with me, he not ready
I sip too much drank you can tell by my belly
Can't get hit in your stomach, get shot in your head-y
Rula clip is looking long, spaghetti
Switch on the glock when I bust like a fetty
Bitch got a fat ass she do balleties
Shit I think I mean Pilates
Talking spicy in the booth like wasabi
Cutting up a brick I'm using karate
Fucking a bitch, only bitch that I fuck is my shawty
Run up get hit in your body
I'm pouring wocky on wocky so I'm moving extra slutty your bitch wanna top me
But I can't fuck that bih cuz she a thotty (damn)
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank, it's fuckin up my kidney
Keep my money stacking like I'm fuckin Walter White, uh
Keep my bands racking like I'm fuckin Walter White, uh
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I'm Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs now I'm feeling like a sick man
Rocking fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs
The fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (Turn my mic up for real)
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
(I've been cooking in the kitchen and been cooking in the booth)
(Y'all don't know what's both)
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
(it's time to cook)
(you know I'm here just to make my money)
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
(Don't get in my way in this rap game)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walter White is on sight, makin money in the night
Methamphetamine, I'm the greatest that you've ever seen
I been serving up all the fiends
Make the choppa sing, sign this shit like Gustavo Fring
Fuck with me, cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with-
Cooking up is pretty cheap, slang this dope and then I reap
The benefits of this business, fucking on your mistress
Shooting at the witness, but I digress
Cooking dope, selling dope, what you gonna do
Keep on talking boy until I make the end of you
Walking, flocking, fucking about
Walk that boy down no he won't shout
Glock in my hand aim at your head
Talk too much and you'll end up dead
Talk too much and you'll see what we'll do
Bought them crystals but they more than just blue
If I snort them up, that's my life I will lose
If I end up dead, that's the path I will choose
All this heartbreak shit, it's just pain and abuse
All the fake friends I just told them goodbye
Put this weed in my lungs, I'm tryna touch the sky
Made so many enemies, shit I don't know why
That's the type of shit that makes me feel like Walter White
Yeah like Walter White
Yeah like Walter White
I'm like Walter White
I hide the money in the walls I'm tryna keep my family set
Keep my money stacking like I'm fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I'm fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I'm Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs feeling like I am sick man
Rocking a fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs
The fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?
And anyone who hurt you can see the traces of love (Of love)
Oh
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank it's fucking up my kidney
Rolling a wood, on my side I got fifty
I don't stop shooting till my clip be empty
When I'm with drink I be moving so petty
Swerving off the wock I swear I'm not feddy
Yeah I be cutting my pills, but I do not use fenty
He really try fucking with me, he not ready
I sip too much drank you can tell by my belly
Can't get hit in your stomach, get shot in your head-y
Rula clip is looking long, spaghetti
Switch on the glock when I bust like a fetty
Bitch got a fat ass she do balleties
Shit I think I mean Pilates
Talking spicy in the booth like wasabi
Cutting up a brick I'm using karate
Fucking a bitch, only bitch that I fuck is my shawty
Run up get hit in your body
I'm pouring wocky on wocky so I'm moving extra slutty your bitch wanna top me
But I can't fuck that bih cuz she a thotty (damn)
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank, it's fuckin up my kidney
Keep my money stacking like I'm fuckin Walter White, uh
Keep my bands racking like I'm fuckin Walter White, uh
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I'm Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs now I'm feeling like a sick man
Rocking fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs
The fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (Turn my mic up for real)
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
(I've been cooking in the kitchen and been cooking in the booth)
(Y'all don't know what's both)
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
(it's time to cook)
(you know I'm here just to make my money)
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind
(Don't get in my way in this rap game)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walter White is on sight, makin money in the night
Methamphetamine, I'm the greatest that you've ever seen
I been serving up all the fiends
Make the choppa sing, sign this shit like Gustavo Fring
Fuck with me, cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Cold-hearted cuz the game for the heartless
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with-
Cooking up is pretty cheap, slang this dope and then I reap
The benefits of this business, fucking on your mistress
Shooting at the witness, but I digress
Cooking dope, selling dope, what you gonna do
Keep on talking boy until I make the end of you
Walking, flocking, fucking about
Walk that boy down no he won't shout
Glock in my hand aim at your head
Talk too much and you'll end up dead
Talk too much and you'll see what we'll do
Bought them crystals but they more than just blue
If I snort them up, that's my life I will lose
If I end up dead, that's the path I will choose
All this heartbreak shit, it's just pain and abuse
All the fake friends I just told them goodbye
Put this weed in my lungs, I'm tryna touch the sky
Made so many enemies, shit I don't know why
That's the type of shit that makes me feel like Walter White
Yeah like Walter White
Yeah like Walter White
I'm like Walter White
I hide the money in the walls I'm tryna keep my family set
Keep my money stacking like I'm fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I'm fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I'm Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs feeling like I am sick man
Rocking a fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs
The fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?
Credits
Writer(s): Alexis Zumaran-sanchez, Dylan Kaufman, Matthieu Davies, Noah Kaufman, Rodrigo Javier Martinez Ramirez, Vitalii Lishin
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