Lil Wayne – Walk It Out Lyrics

Walk It Out

Lil Wayne

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"Walk It Out." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 05:25 am

Album: Da Drought 3

Track No: 20

Drought 3
Yes, sir
Look
I bought it out like Stunna
I hope when we kiss, we make you sick to your stomach
Stuntin' like my daddy and your mama eat rubbers
I bet that I can do the mouth-to-mouth with your woman
My house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring lookin' like a little Funyun
Stand on my toes, you can call me Paul Bunyan
Switchin' up my flows like a **** do construction
The microphone wet 'cause my words like seduction
And when we on the jet, you don't come up in the discussion
And if you say you ballin', we probably don't trust ya
And I know plenty freaky hoes that probably won't fuck ya
Even if you pay 'em, boy, they probably won't fuck ya
Only if I say that she can touch ya like Busta
But she might cut ya and burn ya like Usher
Me and my clique be in red like Russia
I shit these rappers out and sometimes I forget to flush ya
Grandaddy purp' or bubble kush crusher
Explode in a bitch mouth like a Gusher
Cash Money, Young Money, check the production
I am just a Martian, get prepared for abduction
Um, I walk it out like crutches
Two girls jump me like Double Dutches
My **** T-Streets know a girl named Duchess
And every time he see her in the street, she be cussin'
I told him he should wave the black flag 'cause she buggin'
He said, "The pussy good," he said, "You dig?" So I dug him
I'm lookin' for a real bad bitch with a husband
I'll give her much dick and a whole lot of nothin'
I'm spittin' like I stumbled on a gold pot of somethin'
And when I was six, I saw my role model hustlin'
So I gotta hustle
These rappers talkin' 'bout a whole lot of nothin'
You dropped me on Saturday, I sold out on Sunday
Fuck is the arguin' 'bout? ****, Tha Carter out
This is what I call Da Drought 3
And we don't walk it out, we drop-top-Porsche it out
They better walk 'em out before we chalk 'em out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out
We chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk it out, we chalk 'em now
They don't want it, uh-uh, no, they don't want it, uh-uh
You see, they phony, I'm not, oh yeah, they phony, I'm not
I Eastside walk it out, I bring New Orleans out
I am a Saints fan, oh yeah, we marchin' now
Like we're a saints band, I play the organs now
And if they talkin', most likely, I'm what they talkin' 'bout
My **** T from the East roll up that forest now
Man, I'm just tryna get my peanuts, I'm like Charlie Brown
Okay, that Uzi make a Harley sound
Take two of these and walk around
Come straight from that homeless town
This game belong to Carter now, bitch

Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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