Bài hát Walked In (feat. Street Money Boochie & Travis Porter) Báo Lỗi

Street

Yeah, I'm back

Looking like a trapper

When I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

And I might just lose the ceiling

And I'm trying to

Grind up on a million

And I might kill it if feel it

I kill it if she give it

Matt got extension

Take it and we flip it

Take it and remix it

Bring it back

Sixteen Curry on them hoes

Bank to big

Need pockets like Girbaud

Hold up, wait!

Know exactly how it goes

It's Gucci!

No, bet you can't do it like this

Fully loaded diamond

On both of my wrists

Me and Joblow gon'

Scheme on your bitch

Add it to me ni--a

Get money out the six

Scream my name

Got a hundred in the six

I ain't no gas

I'm a juug this mid

Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this

I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit

Fuck all these rappers

My trap look like casper

Came in like this

Turning up on you bastards

After I smash

Lil ni--a can have her

Fuck from the front

Then I'm turning her backwards

Ask all those strippers

I stay with that cash

I'm in a dipper

I'm moving them bags

Play with that money

We put on a man

Know no limit

We bustin' your ass

Looking like a trapper

When I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Ni--a came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

I walked in

Throwing to the ceiling

Looking like a

Looking like a milli

Looking like a motherfucking Gotti

Stop flexing bitch

You ain't really poppin'

These bottle wars

All these bottles what we poppin'

Ace and Spade poppin'

Rosé poppin'

Bitch we poppin'

You ain't really jockin'

Y'all niggas flexing

Y'all ain't got it

I got 2 bitches

They're getting' wild

These bitches want

To do doggie style

I got one Black

And I got one Chinese

She be talking to me

She say, "kung pow!"

I fucked it up, I just made a pound

Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud

Just fucked it up at the after hour

4-4 to big it can't wait to growl

Bitch yo ass ugly

And yo ass musty

So free bitch, here go a bar of dial

Stinking ass breath

Smell like black & mild

I'm fresh as hell

Bitch wipe me down

Looking like a trapper

When I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

All of these hoes be staring

All of my shit exclusive

She wants me, because I'm cooler

Looking like looking like jeweler

Might fly to Bermuda

Thank God, A nigga rich, hallelujah

I feel high, and I barely even knew her

I fucked her, now that bitch Luda

Got wild in the bed

Looking like Frank Lucas

Me and my god damn shooters

Carbon got a god damn cooler

Clip like a god damn ruler

These bitches faded, be acting funny

All that she wants is a bag of money

Get her on molly she be actin' slutty

Hit from the back

And she ain't a buddy

Looking like a trapper

When I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling

Come up in the street I'm peeling