"HOW I WALK" lyrics
Huh, talkin' 'bout Glokk, ain't talkin 'bout nothin'
Stick in my bag, this bitch like how I walk (Frrat)
Dropped out of school, I ain't tryna no more see chalk (Yeah, frrah)
They up them B's, all you seen was them dots (Beam)
He ain't keep it gangster, he talk to the cops (Frr, frr)
Ain't checkin', I walk 'round, lock in my sock (Yeah)
Like some cardboard, he got put in a box (Box)
Beat the boy up, I left him with some knots (Beat the boy up)
Beat the boy up, I beat him in some Crocs (Frr, frr)
Time of the essence, I'm starin' at the clock (Essence)
Dagger in my pants just in case he wanna bump (Dagger)
Fifty-round drum on that K, who you lookin' at? (Fifty-round)
Found out his partner got popped, got a heart attack (Frr)
Me and Lil Veli was just posted in a cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Sellin' cigars on the 10, so you know it's that (Go)
Huh, go, flex, flex (Yeah, yeah)
Young niggas come for them bands if you flexin' (Frr), they'll take that shit right out his hand (Hand)
That young ninja just post on the block with his jewelry (Frr), they comin' to take off his mask (Frr, frr)
Bet they'll take out the diamonds out my chain, when they pick that bitch up, man, that shit look like sand (Like sand)
Three-five, I packed out the paper with grabba, on God, this shit more than a gram (Yeah)
He ain't had no pape', tell that boy off for nothin' (Nothin')
Crystal Lake Vampire, them Vamps in the land (Yeah)
The Xan' kick my ass, made it hard for to stand (Stand)
Up that Glock on him, try run if you can (Glock)
That bitch a square, she gon' hang with the scrams (Gross)
Dirty drink, just pour the four, Dirty Dan (Damn)
He done crashed out, he hopped out with no mask (Mask)
Movin' so dirty, got tapped whippin' glass (Glass)
Bullets start flyin', he run somethin' like The Flash (Flash)
Fucked her one time, then I gave her some cash (One time)
I'm at your door like this shit Double Dash (Go)
This bitch got drunk, man, she love throwin' ass (Frr)
In the trap, hell nah, bitch, I ain't go to class (Trap, trap)
Wanna bump, lil' young nigga, I'ma load up my mag (Bah, bah)
Swing that stick, try not to bang up my arm (Stick, stick)
Nigga smoke that bitch out, this bitch fired up a lung (Smoke that bitch out)
We got 7.62, .223, who want war? (7.62)
Nigga play, we gon' shut this bitch down just like court (Frr)
Hell yeah, I brought the Draco, we on tour (Frr)
Hell yeah, I'm Robin Hood, I rob the poor (Poor)
Glock with a switch, I snuck it into court (Court)
Diamonds, they cold, they activate my pores (Yeah)
Wanted to slide today to max for more (Yeah, more)
Finna get lil' buddy knocked because I'm bored (Slatt)
I came from the south, but we goin' up (Frrt)
Glock hit him in his tail, know he stuck (Glock)
Rob a nigga, catch a nigga, that's a sport (Catch)
And my brother Muslim, he don't eat no pork (Hell nah)
Bitch, you know I do not hang out with them no dorks (Dorks)
Do it for chain gang, stab him like a fork (Fork, frr)
Diamonds, they hittin' on the chain, the bitch glisten (Pay)
Pray that I knock him, he pray that I miss (Miss)
Soon gon' cop out of it, on God, plead the fifth (Frr)
Janky-ass nigga got jailed 'bout some Tris
I'm in the dorm with him, on God, he's a bitch (Yeah)
Free pick the boy, but I told him don't flinch (Spazz)
I drop a tape, but it don't got no skips
Yeah
Huh, talkin' 'bout Glokk, ain't talkin 'bout nothin'
Stick in my bag, this bitch like how I walk (Frrat)
Dropped out of school, I ain't tryna no more see chalk (Yeah, frrah)
They up them B's, all you seen was them dots (Beam)
He ain't keep it gangster, he talk to the cops (Frr, frr)
Ain't checkin', I walk 'round, lock in my sock (Yeah)
Like some cardboard, he got put in a box (Box)
Beat the boy up, I left him with some knots (Beat the boy up)
Beat the boy up, I beat him in some Crocs (Frr, frr)
Time of the essence, I'm starin' at the clock (Essence)
Dagger in my pants just in case he wanna bump (Dagger)
Fifty-round drum on that K, who you lookin' at? (Fifty-round)
Found out his partner got popped, got a heart attack (Frr)
Me and Lil Veli was just posted in a cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Sellin' cigars on the 10, so you know it's that (Go)
Stick in my bag, this bitch like how I walk (Frrat)
Dropped out of school, I ain't tryna no more see chalk (Yeah, frrah)
They up them B's, all you seen was them dots (Beam)
He ain't keep it gangster, he talk to the cops (Frr, frr)
Ain't checkin', I walk 'round, lock in my sock (Yeah)
Like some cardboard, he got put in a box (Box)
Beat the boy up, I left him with some knots (Beat the boy up)
Beat the boy up, I beat him in some Crocs (Frr, frr)
Time of the essence, I'm starin' at the clock (Essence)
Dagger in my pants just in case he wanna bump (Dagger)
Fifty-round drum on that K, who you lookin' at? (Fifty-round)
Found out his partner got popped, got a heart attack (Frr)
Me and Lil Veli was just posted in a cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Sellin' cigars on the 10, so you know it's that (Go)
Huh, go, flex, flex (Yeah, yeah)
Young niggas come for them bands if you flexin' (Frr), they'll take that shit right out his hand (Hand)
That young ninja just post on the block with his jewelry (Frr), they comin' to take off his mask (Frr, frr)
Bet they'll take out the diamonds out my chain, when they pick that bitch up, man, that shit look like sand (Like sand)
Three-five, I packed out the paper with grabba, on God, this shit more than a gram (Yeah)
He ain't had no pape', tell that boy off for nothin' (Nothin')
Crystal Lake Vampire, them Vamps in the land (Yeah)
The Xan' kick my ass, made it hard for to stand (Stand)
Up that Glock on him, try run if you can (Glock)
That bitch a square, she gon' hang with the scrams (Gross)
Dirty drink, just pour the four, Dirty Dan (Damn)
He done crashed out, he hopped out with no mask (Mask)
Movin' so dirty, got tapped whippin' glass (Glass)
Bullets start flyin', he run somethin' like The Flash (Flash)
Fucked her one time, then I gave her some cash (One time)
I'm at your door like this shit Double Dash (Go)
This bitch got drunk, man, she love throwin' ass (Frr)
In the trap, hell nah, bitch, I ain't go to class (Trap, trap)
Wanna bump, lil' young nigga, I'ma load up my mag (Bah, bah)
Swing that stick, try not to bang up my arm (Stick, stick)
Nigga smoke that bitch out, this bitch fired up a lung (Smoke that bitch out)
We got 7.62, .223, who want war? (7.62)
Nigga play, we gon' shut this bitch down just like court (Frr)
Hell yeah, I brought the Draco, we on tour (Frr)
Hell yeah, I'm Robin Hood, I rob the poor (Poor)
Glock with a switch, I snuck it into court (Court)
Diamonds, they cold, they activate my pores (Yeah)
Wanted to slide today to max for more (Yeah, more)
Finna get lil' buddy knocked because I'm bored (Slatt)
I came from the south, but we goin' up (Frrt)
Glock hit him in his tail, know he stuck (Glock)
Rob a nigga, catch a nigga, that's a sport (Catch)
And my brother Muslim, he don't eat no pork (Hell nah)
Bitch, you know I do not hang out with them no dorks (Dorks)
Do it for chain gang, stab him like a fork (Fork, frr)
Diamonds, they hittin' on the chain, the bitch glisten (Pay)
Pray that I knock him, he pray that I miss (Miss)
Soon gon' cop out of it, on God, plead the fifth (Frr)
Janky-ass nigga got jailed 'bout some Tris
I'm in the dorm with him, on God, he's a bitch (Yeah)
Free pick the boy, but I told him don't flinch (Spazz)
I drop a tape, but it don't got no skips
Yeah
Huh, talkin' 'bout Glokk, ain't talkin 'bout nothin'
Stick in my bag, this bitch like how I walk (Frrat)
Dropped out of school, I ain't tryna no more see chalk (Yeah, frrah)
They up them B's, all you seen was them dots (Beam)
He ain't keep it gangster, he talk to the cops (Frr, frr)
Ain't checkin', I walk 'round, lock in my sock (Yeah)
Like some cardboard, he got put in a box (Box)
Beat the boy up, I left him with some knots (Beat the boy up)
Beat the boy up, I beat him in some Crocs (Frr, frr)
Time of the essence, I'm starin' at the clock (Essence)
Dagger in my pants just in case he wanna bump (Dagger)
Fifty-round drum on that K, who you lookin' at? (Fifty-round)
Found out his partner got popped, got a heart attack (Frr)
Me and Lil Veli was just posted in a cul-de-sac (Yeah)
Sellin' cigars on the 10, so you know it's that (Go)
Writer(s): Quezada Alexander
