WALK UP (Explicit)

作曲 : Khalik Caldwell/Milan Torne

作詞 : Khalik Caldwell/Milan Torne

Uh-uh

You know I gave 'em the sauce

I don't need no stylist, lil' ***** I be sauced up

I'm fresh as **** on the walk up

You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya

Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution

Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin' (Uh-uh)

Broke boys make me sick, I get nauseous (Ugh)

When I hear a broke ***** talkin'

Fat ass, she look like a Barbie (Thot, thot)

Pop a Perc 10 and **** 'til I'm exhausted (Uh)

We really slide, no talkin'

My lil' homie gon' hit, he got lit when he caught 'em

Wanna see Stunna, send me a deposit (Uh-uh)

They thought I was Nick, we wildin'

She say she don't suck dick, she childish

She throwin' it back, she tryna give me a challenge

She throw it back like she tossed it to me

And you know I caught it (Know I caught it)

She gave it to me, you bought it

Going out sad, lil' buddy you lost it

I put, I put them diamonds up under the faucet

Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet

We fishtail his whip with that fye, then park it

I nail a lil' *****, they say I'm a target

If you want some smoke then place your order

Lil' freak told me I'm hot in Florida

Ass shaped like a peach, that ***** from Georgia

I don't know her name, I just call her gorgeous

My little *****s want bodies, they scorin' (They scorin')

Hit you block in the foreign and floor it (Skrr)

Rich youngin' took off, he soarin'

I pull up, pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin' (Vroom)

I'm too important (I'm too important)

***** play with me and get violent (I'm gang)

Won't talk, I'm keepin' it silent (Shhh)

That lil' beef ****, get me excited, swervin' (Swerve)

Me, Jefe in Thailand, late night

I jumped in that water like a great white (Uh)

My lil' hittas scrape right (Yeah)

Big dawg, I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right (On gang)

You know I gave 'em the sauce

I don't need no stylist, lil' ***** I be sauced up

I'm fresh as **** on the walk up

You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya

Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution

Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'

Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous (Ugh)

When I hear a broke ***** talkin' (When I hear a broke ***** talkin')

On Insta', on that *****, he gon' say he a killer

I ain't never shot **** with that gun in them pictures

***** reach for this **** 'round my neck, he a victim (Come here)

Go read about it (Read about it), no dissing, it's smoke?

Let's clear it, I'm tryna see about 'em

The bush I'm not 'bout to beat around it (No)

Catch a ***** in person beat the **** up out 'em (Come on)

Lil' Stunna Shakur, I get around

Leave 'em missing, like lost and found

Send him up, he talking down

He play, he get knocked outta bounds

I gave 'em the sauce and sound (Uh)

Tryna ride my wave and drown (Uh)

Come get you a verse and some pounds

Say it's up, he get hit with a hundred rounds (Ra-ra-ra-ra)

You know I gave 'em the sauce

I don't need no stylist, lil' ***** I be sauced up

I'm fresh as **** on the walk up

You wan' be a boss? Best believe its gon' cost ya

Gas, bags, I'm smokin' caution

Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'

Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous

When I hear a broke ***** talkin' (When I hear a broke ***** talkin')

Shut the **** up