Walk Out (Explicit)

Walk Out (Explicit) - Matt Ox/Valee

Lyrics by：Matthew Grau/Valee Taylor/Connor Joseph McCoy

Composed by：Matthew Grau/Valee Taylor/Connor Joseph McCoy

Produced by：Real McCoy

H-h-hey McCoy

I get my work from the Narco

Walk out Gucci walk in Louis

Walk out Gucci it's racks on my feet

Walk in Louis it's racks on my jeans

I'ma ball with the ball I just ball with the green

Can't stop buyin' the mall man I feel like a fiend

Check look like a pretty penny

Like a pretty penny

Neck broke chain was too heavy

It was too heavy

Tryna chase the clout you boys is too petty

You is too petty

I'm tryna chase a mil' I need all the fetty

All the fetty

You not my slime my boys are way too slimy

Slatt slatt

Get a bag I heard you already 30 yeah

And it's so sad what

'Cause I already man what you ain't earnin'

Uh huh

Started to stack yuh

When my mama stopped giving' me money yeah

Stopped doin' allowance

'Cause that was lil' cash to me yeah

Walk out walk Gucci walk

Walk in walk Louis walk

Walk out Gucci it's racks on my feet

Walk in Louis it's racks on my jeans

I'ma ball with the ball

I just ball with the green

Can't stop buyin' the mall man

I feel like a fiend fiend

I'm in Louis Vuitton that's two different browns

My exotic sound like it's two different sounds

I might put that b***h in a Versace gown

I spent 7000 it's Ricks on my trousers

I put thirteen racks in my motor it's louder

It's ice on my t-shirt but not from the ice chills

I don't got no Wi-Fi I'm still servin' Hi-Tech

I painted my photo and took off the labels

My other b***h spun like I'm John Leguizamo

I'm in a Chevy b***h but it's not a Lawndale

My Balmain look like I bought these from a yard sale

My driver's seat back like I'm sittin' in a lounge

My b***h stomach flat like it keep losin' pounds

I got two apartments that's two different nouns

I'm in David Yurman cost 800 pounds

I swim in my b***hes but I never drown

I'm rockin' Yves St Laurent coat like first down

Walk out walk Gucci

Walk in walk Louis

Walk out Gucci it's racks on my feet

Walk in Louis it's racks on my jeans

I'ma ball with the ball

I just ball with the green

Can't stop buyin' the mall man

I feel like a fiend fiend