Walked In

(Mmmagic City Radio)

(217 On the Track man)

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)

Come up in the street I'm peeling

And I might just lose the ceiling

And I'm trying to grind up on a million

And I might kill it if feel it

Hell yeah!

Ya damn right I kill it if she give it

Mac got extension

Take it and we flip it

Take it and remix it

Bring it back Sixteen Curry on them hoes

Bank to big Need pockets like Girbaud

Hold up, wait!

Know exactly how it goes

It's Gucci!

No, bet you can't do it like this

Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists

Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your b*tch

Add it to me nigga, get money out the six

Scream my name

Got a hundred in the six

I ain't no gas

I'm a juug this mid

Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this

I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit

F**k all these rappers

My trap look like casper

Came in like this

Turning up on you bastards

After I smash

Lil nigga can have her

F**k from the front

Then I'm turning her backwards

Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash

I'm in a dipper I'm moving them bags

Play with that money

We put on a man

Know no limit, we bustin' your ass

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)

Come up in the street I'm peeling

I walked in

Throwing to the ceiling

Looking like a muthaf**king milli

Looking like a muthaf**king Gotti

Stop flexing b*tch, you ain't really poppin'

These bottle wars all these bottles what we poppin'

Ace and Spade poppin'

Rosé poppin'

B*tch we poppin'

You ain't really jockin'

Y'all niggas flexing

Y'all ain't got it

I got 2 b*tches

They're getting' wild

These b*tches want to do doggie style

I got one Black and I got one Chinese

She be talking to me she say, "kung pow!"

I f**ked it up, I just made a {Pound}

Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud

Just f**ked it up at the after hour

4-4 to big it can't wait to growl

B*tch yo ass ugly

And yo ass musty

So free b*tch, here go a bar of dial

Stinking ass breath, smell like black & mild

I'm fresh as hell, B*tch wipe me down

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)

Come up in the street I'm peeling

All of these hoes be staring

All of my shit exclusive

She wants me, because I'm cooler

Looking like a God damn jeweler

Might fly to Bermuda

Thank God, A nigga rich, hallelujah

I feel high, and I barely even knew her

I f**ked her, now that b*tch Luda

Wild in the bed, looking like Frank Lucas

Me and my God damn shooters

Carbon got a God damn cooler

Clip like a God damn ruler

These b*tches faded, be acting funny

All that she wants is a bag of money

Get her on molly she be actin' slutty

Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building

That mean I got something expensive

Know my friends, they're killin'

All these hoes I'm killin'

Nigga came from dope dealing

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)

Come up in the street I'm peeling