Walking Dead Famous Dex (Ft. Warhol.SS)
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[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex]
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin' till I'm weezin'
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my Fendi
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don't come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin' hits out the Bentley
Sippin' none' but wok
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops
[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
These niggas phony and fake
That boy gon' talk to the jakes
Eat all my shrimp with the steak
Take all his food off his plate
These niggas don't know the plot
Pull up and pop out his top
Blowin' this dope out the roof
Run up with slide and finish the lot
Walking through the trenches
Money in my britches
30 in my pocket
Hollows in this rocket
Smokin' till I'm weezin'
Ball out every season
Count more than my teachers
100k for features
6k for my Fendi
My pockets never empty
Lil boy, don't come near me
Shooters, they crazy, doin' hits out the Bentley
Sippin' none' but wok
Dope in my sock
Write your name on the Glock
We kick in your door, never talk to the cops
[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
These niggas phony and fake
That boy gon' talk to the jakes
Eat all my shrimp with the steak
Take all his food off his plate
These niggas don't know the plot
Pull up and pop out his top
Blowin' this dope out the roof
Run up with slide and finish the lot
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