Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk , by - Rylo Rodriguez. Release date: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Walk |
| 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 papr 'til I’m tired, they can have th 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 G.O.A.T., 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 |