‎Playboi Carti – WALK Lyrics

‎Playboi Carti – WALK Lyrics
WALK
‎Playboi Carti
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    "WALK." - ‎Playboi Carti

    Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT
    Track No: 27

    Made a lotta profit, I might just spin up on your project
    Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead
    I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
    All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red
    You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead
    That 7.62 gon′ leave your motherfuckin' door red
    Slide the door, bet we throw that choppa, yeah, throw it (brrat)
    Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (brrat, brrat, brrat)
    I might fuck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (brodie)
    I been on ′em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (bloated)
    I just popped an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (goin')
    Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hol′ up)
    Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hol′ up)
    I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (pour out, pour)
    I just fucked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (to my buddy)
    I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the mornin′ (uh)
    Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted (′torted)
    Molly, sex, ecstasy, I turned up just like Gohan (hahahahaha)

    See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lotta you fuck niggas
    To my day ones, it′s a new beginnin'
    You know what that shit mean, right?
    Renegade
    The 5
    Out

    Writer(s): ‎Playboi Carti.

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