Walking

Grrt… bah…

Opps sayin’ they outside (Woo!)

Send the addy, we gon’ slide (Slide, slide, baow)

Air it out when we arrive (Duh)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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.