Woah BigWalkDog
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[Intro]
Hey
(Damn, Clemsy, you stepped on this one)
Hey
Hey
Hey
Yeah
(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Wrist on woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, can't flush in a commode
An M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lam', so I went and bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, these niggas ain't in my bracket no more
Say, these niggas ain't getting more for a show (Woah)
[Verse 1]
I chase bags, I ain't worried 'bout a ho (Go)
Give me five seconds on the clock, I'ma score
Can't ship one, so hе had to buy four
When the streets got dry, had to grab five morе
Get it by plane, you can get it by boat
Walk got signed, now they giving out hope
You ain't really no trapper, you were giving out dope
They watch how I move, now they write what I wrote (Wrote)
Speak what I spoke (Spoke)
Really getting money, can't link with y'all folks
But I'll take a free kill, giving out smoke
Big boy Cuban, don't hand me no rope
'Cause if the pendant don't hit, can't wear by my throat
Drop bread on your head, don't play 'bout my loaf
She wanted first class, but I made her fly coach
'Cause she won't do shit over here but drive boats, so it's a no
But if I shoot it from the corner, I'ma score
Been having power in my city like Ghost
Been having Ks in QC like Coach
And my Ps had quality, so I stayed in control
Well, and it's in with the new, but the money still old
And I'm talkin' big money, ain't no money you can fold
If you show me a hundred, I'll show you, it's a go
Keep the trap alive, if you don't, you go broke
Jump in the game with no mention, big GOAT
Nigga say he gon' rock, show what the chopper hitting for
Must don't know how many racks a young nigga sitting on
FaceTime with big Gucci in my mama living room
Grandma's baby in the flesh, guess that who I'm living through
Got gold on my neck, I ain't had no silver spoon
If you reach for this chain, show you how to kill a dude
Really came from the bottom, I know how it feel to lose
Hey
(Damn, Clemsy, you stepped on this one)
Hey
Hey
Hey
Yeah
(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Wrist on woah (Woah)
Gang gon' step, I ain't gotta say, "Go" (Go)
Pop big shit, can't flush in a commode
An M this year, had to set new goals
And the feds did a sweep, had to buy a new pole
Want me a Lam', so I went and bought both
Got one set, now I'm going white gold
Say, these niggas ain't in my bracket no more
Say, these niggas ain't getting more for a show (Woah)
[Verse 1]
I chase bags, I ain't worried 'bout a ho (Go)
Give me five seconds on the clock, I'ma score
Can't ship one, so hе had to buy four
When the streets got dry, had to grab five morе
Get it by plane, you can get it by boat
Walk got signed, now they giving out hope
You ain't really no trapper, you were giving out dope
They watch how I move, now they write what I wrote (Wrote)
Speak what I spoke (Spoke)
Really getting money, can't link with y'all folks
But I'll take a free kill, giving out smoke
Big boy Cuban, don't hand me no rope
'Cause if the pendant don't hit, can't wear by my throat
Drop bread on your head, don't play 'bout my loaf
She wanted first class, but I made her fly coach
'Cause she won't do shit over here but drive boats, so it's a no
But if I shoot it from the corner, I'ma score
Been having power in my city like Ghost
Been having Ks in QC like Coach
And my Ps had quality, so I stayed in control
Well, and it's in with the new, but the money still old
And I'm talkin' big money, ain't no money you can fold
If you show me a hundred, I'll show you, it's a go
Keep the trap alive, if you don't, you go broke
Jump in the game with no mention, big GOAT
Nigga say he gon' rock, show what the chopper hitting for
Must don't know how many racks a young nigga sitting on
FaceTime with big Gucci in my mama living room
Grandma's baby in the flesh, guess that who I'm living through
Got gold on my neck, I ain't had no silver spoon
If you reach for this chain, show you how to kill a dude
Really came from the bottom, I know how it feel to lose
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