Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby - Walk In lyrics

Cook that shit up Quay run that back Turbo

I ain't dead, I ain't in jail
Safe to say I beat the odds
I was walkin' in the rain
Tryna make it to my car
I put ice on all my watches for
The times when it was hard
My mama caught me with a pistol
Whipped me with extension cord
Puttin' designer on my shoes, no more walkin'
Just be naked when I get there, I'ma walk in
We gon' get straight to the point
Ain't no more talkin'
Give you everything I got, I'm goin' all in

Tennis chain blingin' with a pendant
Came from Icebox i been gettin' faded
Poppin' pills like a white boy
Super freak, lowkey, mind her business
Just my type super high and super fly
I'm floatin' like a kite
Went from LA, then to Vegas
Then Miami in one night
If they catch you out in traffic they
Gon' smoke you at the light
When it's pressure it's on sight
My word is bond
Just get it done and then I pay the price
I'm livin' one hell of a life
Sometimes I don't sleep at night
I stay up and think about the
Shit that I been through
Woke up this morning and went
And bought a Benz coupe
It's feelin' like I need a threesome
Baby bring your friend too

I ain't dead, I ain't in jail
Safe to say I beat the odds
I was walkin' in the rain
Tryna make it to my car
I put ice on all my watches for
The times when it was hard
My mama caught me with a pistol
Whipped me with extension cord
Puttin' designer on my shoes, no more walkin'
Just be naked when I get there, I'ma walk in
We gon' get straight to the point
Ain't no more talkin'
Give you everything I got, I'm goin' all in

Cee died in the bricks
12 hit him up with a stick too much drink
Man had surgery but he
Still pourin' up grit's
Can't believe Margo told on Duke
Thank God it hit him with a split
2: 30 at Thad house
Pray the bitch gon' get hit
Eighth grade Booker T
Jimmy had ounces in the locker
Ninth way we go stole
I ain't tryna eat no pasta
But Tyrone got killed when he
Was tryna see more dollars
Strapped down in that stall
Why the hell you took my partner?
Granny tried to throw my stash
Away so many times
Hot days in the 'jects, we were flyin'
Tyshun died in a wreck but
Geico can't help the stress
Byron he keep payin' a junkie
And that junkie my uncle
He just tryna get a rock
We was just tryna hit the block

I ain't dead, I ain't in jail
Safe to say I beat the odds
I was walkin' in the rain
Tryna make it to my car
I put ice on all my watches for
The times when it was hard
My mama caught me with a pistol
Whipped me with extension cord
Puttin' designer on my shoes, no more walkin'
Just be naked when I get there, I'ma walk in
We gon' get straight to the point
Ain't no more talkin'
Give you everything I got, I'm goin' all in