"Walk With Me" lyrics
(feat. Keen Streetz & Mia Ariannaa)
Ayy, Capo, you know when you talk that fly talk, that's my talk
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah, drug dealer
You ain't a street nigga, stay on the sidewalk
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me
Shit, I hear these young niggas talkin', but they be speakin' out of turn
You got a buzz, I'm on fire, nigga, I could teach you how to burn (Oh)
The car drive itself just so she can eat me when it turn (Skrrt)
Put some ashes on her bag, I turn a CC to an urn (That 'Nelly)
Hundred K on my busses, but I been reachin' my limit (Amen)
Never know how fast you could die in these streets when you in it (Be careful)
I be tryna remember, but that shit was a blur
Niggas got full FAKs like that shit was a fur
I was still sellin' bricks when I took that pic with the Spur (Album cover)
She told me that I'm fly, I told her, "Bitch, I concur" (Okay)
What type of whip do you prefer? We got foreigns outside (Facts)
I told valet to put the top up 'cause it started pourin' outside (Check the weather)
We cop cars and buy champagne, then we pour 'em on the ride
I be on shit with three decks, nigga, see the shore and the tide (Woo)
Five-percent tint, nigga, can't see the shorty inside (What else?)
Stupid, they let us in the club, then we got that 40 inside
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me
Yeah, park that thing with no top on the corner (Skrrt)
I brought the drop out like my car need a diploma (Come on)
This that money shit, you could smell my aroma (Smell it)
Got these diamonds layin' in the ring like Broner (Hah)
You know with all these chains around my neck, cost like a buck-somethin' (Like a buck-somethin')
I hear 'em talk about the bag, but never touch nothin' (You broke)
You know it would've been funerals if it was somethin' (Blah-blah)
Come to them hammers, they all rise like when the judge comin' (Yeah)
If it's a problem, come and get me (What else?)
My young boy an artist with the switchy, silencer sound like he joggin' in some swishys
Mobbin' in the Bentley, always keep designer on me, that's a Fendi
Chubby with the Coogi on me like I'm Biggie (Hah)
The way I'm runnin' to these bags, they can't match with my stamina (What else?)
To get my money out the bank, I gotta ask for a manager (Yeah)
And I never gave a fuck about a hater (For real)
I'm too busy stylin' on 'em, countin' up this paper (Sucker)
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me (Yeah, yeah)
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
She'll love a nigga in a basic white tee
Water on his neck with a pair of Nikes
We could make a movie like my name is Spike Lee
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah, drug dealer
You ain't a street nigga, stay on the sidewalk
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me
Shit, I hear these young niggas talkin', but they be speakin' out of turn
You got a buzz, I'm on fire, nigga, I could teach you how to burn (Oh)
The car drive itself just so she can eat me when it turn (Skrrt)
Put some ashes on her bag, I turn a CC to an urn (That 'Nelly)
Hundred K on my busses, but I been reachin' my limit (Amen)
Never know how fast you could die in these streets when you in it (Be careful)
I be tryna remember, but that shit was a blur
Niggas got full FAKs like that shit was a fur
I was still sellin' bricks when I took that pic with the Spur (Album cover)
She told me that I'm fly, I told her, "Bitch, I concur" (Okay)
What type of whip do you prefer? We got foreigns outside (Facts)
I told valet to put the top up 'cause it started pourin' outside (Check the weather)
We cop cars and buy champagne, then we pour 'em on the ride
I be on shit with three decks, nigga, see the shore and the tide (Woo)
Five-percent tint, nigga, can't see the shorty inside (What else?)
Stupid, they let us in the club, then we got that 40 inside
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me
Yeah, park that thing with no top on the corner (Skrrt)
I brought the drop out like my car need a diploma (Come on)
This that money shit, you could smell my aroma (Smell it)
Got these diamonds layin' in the ring like Broner (Hah)
You know with all these chains around my neck, cost like a buck-somethin' (Like a buck-somethin')
I hear 'em talk about the bag, but never touch nothin' (You broke)
You know it would've been funerals if it was somethin' (Blah-blah)
Come to them hammers, they all rise like when the judge comin' (Yeah)
If it's a problem, come and get me (What else?)
My young boy an artist with the switchy, silencer sound like he joggin' in some swishys
Mobbin' in the Bentley, always keep designer on me, that's a Fendi
Chubby with the Coogi on me like I'm Biggie (Hah)
The way I'm runnin' to these bags, they can't match with my stamina (What else?)
To get my money out the bank, I gotta ask for a manager (Yeah)
And I never gave a fuck about a hater (For real)
I'm too busy stylin' on 'em, countin' up this paper (Sucker)
Street nigga, real nigga, yeah, yeah
Drug dealer, money getter, yeah, yeah
Been around the world drippin' on 'em
If I get around your girl, she a goner
Keep that hammer in the purse when I'm with him (Grrah)
Know I'm comin' with that bail if they get him
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
He'll never find another bitch like me (Yeah, yeah)
I guarantee you they don't make 'em like me
She'll love a nigga in a basic white tee
Water on his neck with a pair of Nikes
We could make a movie like my name is Spike Lee
