Walking

[Intro – 808 slide, brass stab, talkbox whisper]
Grrt… bah…
Opps sayin’ they outside (Woo!)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, baow)
Air it out when we arrive (Duh)
[Chorus – low raspy bark, doubled]
Opps sayin’ they outside (Woo!)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, baow)
Air it out when we arrive (Duh)
I’m like, “Who that opp?” (Who that opp?)
I’m like, “Fuck that opp” (Fuck that opp)
[Verse 1 – whisper-to-roar, flute loop]
We gon’ tie that opp up like a cowboy (Baow)
I’m the plug they envy, rizz on Calboy (Baow)
Broke hoes ain’t allowed (Uh-uh)
She want the real one, drip back in style (Woo)
I ain’t no window shopper, your opp out here window shoppin’ (Nah)
I be in all the stores—Louis Vuitton, Harry Winston (Uh)
Made two hunnid in Londons (Baow)
You out here gassin’ these hoes, pumpin’ like you Budden (Baow)
If I see a opp, I throw out the car (Grrt)
At the crib with your shorty, she came in a dress, left with no drawers (Uh)
She love how I talk (She love how I talk)
Know the plug be outside, king of the boot, no cap (Grrt, baow)
Van Cleef on the wrist, Rolex Graf switch (Drip)
Fincantieri on the yacht, Cartier on the bitch (Drip)
Load in the shrimp boat, exotic in the hold (Woo)
Candy paint so wet, slab do the drop (Bow)
[Chorus – deeper, ad-libs echo]
Opps sayin’ they outside (Woo!)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, baow)
Air it out when we arrive (Duh)
I’m like, “Who that opp?” (Who that opp?)
I’m like, “Fuck that opp” (Fuck that opp)
[Verse 2 – fast 808 triplets, brass hits]
Plug in the bayou, load in the 23 (Bet)
Opp talk on the net, get smoked like a gar (Grrt)
Exotic shorty whisper, “Papi, let ’em cook”
Gumbo roux drippin’, Van Cleef in the book (Drip)
Louis Vuitton duffel, Harry Winston on frost
Rolex Graf switch, Fincantieri on the dock (Bow)
Cartier frames, see the opps from a mile
99 solutions, busta my one problem, no cap (Baow)
Shrimp boats rockin’, exotic load in the stash
Candy paint so wet, make the pavement splash (Woo)
I am him—Ghetto Graduate with the tantra
Burn rubber from the cradle, plug with the mantra (Grrt)
[Chorus – final bark, brass swell]
Opps sayin’ they outside (Woo!)
Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, baow)
Air it out when we arrive (Duh)
I’m like, “Who that opp?” (Who that opp?)
I’m like, “Fuck that opp” (Fuck that opp)
[Outro – flute fade, 808 rumble]
Grrt… bah…
Plug forever, exotic load in the hold
Van Cleef, Louis, Harry, Rolex, Fincantieri, Cartier
Drip too hard, no cap, bet.
Loui love… I am him.

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