Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg - Walk lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

Dion Marquise Hayes

[Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby, 42 Dugg - Walk lyrics]

Feezie Productions

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punk sippin', I don't
Look at the lines, i just pour it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us
This trap boarded up
Don't run no trap but for that money
I hold you for ransom i need help
I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
From the crack to coke, to the boy to smoke
I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause
I fucked her with my pants on

I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood
Which one you workin'? Watch who you servin'
They’ll have you back and forth
To court like Julius Erving
I could've bought a kilo but I
Bought a chain for thirty
Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it
It was a virgin
I'ma chase that papеr 'til I'm tired
They can have thе rest
They wet his car up, he still die
But he had a vest hope you proud of me
Nobody made it from my projects yet
I signed a deal in my city on a private jet
I rock Fear of God
I ain't never feared a nigga yet
All of us got bankrolls
We do not flex with each other's checks
And these hoes know I'm the GOAT
I'm fresh out the barn
I dropped my addy, she said "bae
This shit brought me to a farm"

Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk
Plug, walk, draco, walk now he can't, walk

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Niggas punk sippin', I don't
Look at the lines, i just pour it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us
This trap boarded up
Don't run no trap but for that money
I hold you for ransom i need help
I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
From the crack to coke, to the boy to smoke
I get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause
I fucked her with my pants on

Know not to sign me for the Ms
I'll prolly fuck it off
Won't put my BM in the Benz
I heard she fuckin' off
I been out here grindin'
Rollie timin', yeah, we wildin'
Baby paid the lawyer since I
Made five hunnid thousand
Presi', Presi', Patek, they like
"Doggybone a problem"
I ain't go to college, say he
Got it out the mud, huh?
Seen two mill' in blues
He don't even fuck with Bloods
'Cause I want twenty for a
Show, but still I ask
"How much the club got?"
Can't wait 'til they let Bud out
I'm done playin' games
Won't switch for not a bitch
Then hear my son sayin', "Change"
Like we made it, I signed a
Deal for a couple hun'
I blew that shit in Vegas
If not Five, then I'm with Baby, if not Baby
I'm with Ced so many shirts
Want twelve a verse or back to sellin' meds

Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk
Plug, walk, draco, walk now he can't, walk

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks
Sittin' all lookin' at the lines
I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us
This trap boarded up
Don't run no track but for that money
I hold you for ransom i need help
I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
Fo' nem crack the code, to
The bottom of the smoke, i get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause
I fucked her with my pants on

Hunnid bands in Birkin bags
My girl don't need no OnlyFans
I go crazy every shot I get
Like this my only chance
I run through a million cash so much
I need another hand
I just hope the play not play with me
We gon' fuck up the plan
I just heard he said he rich as me
I know he wish he was
They don't know what they kid
Gon' pull up in, i just keep switchin' up
I had racks before my buzz, if they know
They know what's up
Ain't too many niggas in Atlanta
Sold more bags than us
Rylo went new cat on 'em
Dugg got four hunnid racks on 'em
I just sit, laid back, chill
I could bust they ass, for real
Bitch all in my comments
Makin' jokes like I be poppin' pills
Boy, you know what's up when it be smoke
Someone get popped for real

Dior, walk, VLONE, walk
Model, walk, she don't suck dick, walk
Plug walk, draco, walk now he can't walk

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible
I deleted her number, head was horrible
Nigga punks
Sittin' all lookin' at the lines
I just poured it up
Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us
This trap boarded up
Don't run no track but for that money
I hold you for ransom i need help
I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers
Fo' nem crack the code, to
The bottom of the smoke, i get my hands on
She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause
I fucked her with my pants on

Bitch sum'n light

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