BlueBucksClan - Walkin’ In lyrics

Walkin' in
Security ain't doin' no patdown
(Low the Great)
All these bags in the club,  yeah
 we strapped down
We be really makin' niggas leave
We ain't cappin' now
Hoes in my DM, "Oh, you rappin' now?"
Vegas,  shootin' black chips
Ain't no crappin' out gusher smoke
 Metro Bloomin got me tappin' out
These Dior on my feet, I ain't campin' out
Thousand dollar shoes every time
I'm steppin' out (Bitch)
I'm with Neezy, I'm with Billy
Don't get extra'd out
Niggas lookin' for a reason to
Pull they weapon out
Niggas doin' lame shit I don't
Know how to do
Basic ass black jacket, but it's Prada, fool
Peelin' hundreds 'til my mom say
"I'm proud of you"
Old bitches textin' me sayin'
"I'm tired of you"
New bitch pussy good, head fire too
Picky nigga, I only like fuckin' rich hoes
Back of the Cullinan with some lit hoes
(Double-R) pullin' off in big foreigns
Ain't no six-fours
Keep fly shit on my feet
Where you get those?
Niggas tryna walk in my shoes
You can't fit those

Keep braggin' 'bout these bitches, yeah
I hit those
Top tier bad bitches, I be with those
She gon' drop and give me
Fifty like I'm Mike Jones
I got two bitches layin' down my side bones
Feel like Birdman, I'm finna get my sign on
BucksClan in this bitch, so the line long
He got a fake ass Rollie, so his time wrong
Balenciaga sweater for the rain, nigga
All this Don '42, that's for the pain
Nigga niggas said I switched up
But I'm the same nigga
BucksClan, this a fuckin' army
Ain't no lame niggas
All I got is bitches in
This phone, ain't no games, nigga
I just gave a bum a
Hundred dollars, ain't no change, nigga
I be really plottin' with the Clan
Tryna hang niggas
I ain't have Picasso in my house
I had to paint pictures
Gucci collared shirt, fresh as fuck
Let's take school pictures
I don't like the bitches that be friendly
I like rude bitches
Way too much for one bitch
I need two bitches
I ain't doin' shit for free, yeah
Let's get it clear
All the bitches runnin' in
They heard Jeeezy here
Knowin' damn well when I hit her
I'ma disappear
See it clear, yeah, it's 2020, bitch
This my year it's Dior, nigga
You won't find this at no Goodwill

Walkin' in
Security ain't doin' no patdown
(Low the Great)
All these bags in the club, yeah
We strapped down
We be really makin' niggas leave
We ain't cappin' now