Freestyle - Walk Upz lyrics
[Freestyle - Walk Upz lyrics]
(YMP Cash)
You better walk what you talk we do walk ups
That nigga gettin' too jumpy, get chalked up
That hoe ain't nothing she think
She done bossed up
(aye) i know some niggas who are rough
You know some niggas who talk tough
Throw dick in that bitch like a ball cup
Yo' shawty swinging her neck
Like a golf club
Pull up that 44 was under my pro club
Long live my brothers we
Smokin' on your kush
Chopper might buffer that bitch it is so buff
Act like a fruit now your
Ass getting rolled up
(aye) I roll up on hot shit
Huey and Riley grandad
Im gonna pop shit, if you on some opp shit
Yo body get dropped make em
Jump out the cockpit
(ugh) and we do not scrap shit
A nigga want static im
Grabbin that Glock clip
(ugh) I ain't even cappin'
I know everything but I don't
Tell the cops shit walk into Neimans and cop
Shit don't even shoplift
I tell my niggas I got it
Bitch take a look at my watch wrist
I meant my wrist watch
She shinin' to hard to watch it
(ugh) she shinin' too hard it's thomas (ugh)
She shinin' to hard it smile
(ugh) I pop a bar now lil' mama i don't
Know yo name i need to be reminded
Show me where your mind
Is, she bein' dishonest
Not my bitch so I do not mind it
The strap hit like a meteor or a comet
You come see about it or just
Keep it in the comments
And we won't leave without it
We ain't missing no assignments
Long nose on the barrel hit
A nigga in his sinus
Shoot like Uganda, I feel like
Umaga, my pistol Samoan
As big as your fathers
Scope on a sniper, I don't need binoculars
Get hit from a far put my mask on like opera
Send mamacita to shoot up yo casa so yo mama
See ya but don't know who got ya
You better walk what you talk we do walk ups
That nigga gettin' too jumpy, get chalked up
That hoe ain't nothing she think
She done bossed up
(aye) i know some niggas who are rough
You know some niggas who talk tough
Throw dick in that bitch like a ball cup
Yo' shawty swinging her neck
Like a golf club
Pull up that 44 was under my pro club
Long live my brothers we
Smokin' on your kush
Chopper might buffer that bitch it is so buff
Act like a fruit now your
Ass getting rolled up
(aye) I roll up on hot shit
Huey and Riley grandad
Im gonna pop shit, if you on some opp shit
Yo body get dropped make em
Jump out the cockpit
(ugh) and we do not scrap shit
A nigga want static im
Grabbin that Glock clip
(ugh) I ain't even cappin'
I know everything but I don't
Tell the cops shit walk into Neimans and cop
Shit don't even shoplift
I tell my niggas I got it
Bitch take a look at my watch wrist
I meant my wrist watch
She shinin' to hard to watch it
(ugh) she shinin' too hard it's thomas (ugh)
She shinin' to hard it smile
(ugh) I pop a bar now lil' mama i don't
Know yo name i need to be reminded
Show me where your mind
Is, she bein' dishonest
Not my bitch so I do not mind it
The strap hit like a meteor or a comet
You come see about it or just
Keep it in the comments
And we won't leave without it
We ain't missing no assignments
Long nose on the barrel hit
A nigga in his sinus
Shoot like Uganda, I feel like
Umaga, my pistol Samoan
As big as your fathers
Scope on a sniper, I don't need binoculars
Get hit from a far put my mask on like opera
Send mamacita to shoot up yo casa so yo mama
See ya but don't know who got ya