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[intro]
i love you, papi
bigwalkdog, uh, uh (it’s the chronic on keyboard)

[chorus]
i ain’t foldin’
like the benz blew out her back, she been nowhere
told the b*tch, “beat daddy back,” and she know it
hope a n*gga pull out them racks and just show it
send a n*gga up like a kite, let him blow it
i’m the one that was steppin’ in this b*tch makin’ noise
i’m the young n*gga hot, make a motherf*ckin’ board
you can fold in the road, n*gga stay up on the porch
he can do what he want, but this sh*t don’t work
big booty b*tch, told the b*tch, “make it twerk”
stand up in the p*ssy, i’m a vet, make her squirt
vvs stones in my mouth, all work
they didn’t know i had did it ’til i did it at first
i ain’t never had sh*t, wafi gеt it out the dirt
ice in the cuban link, diamond bluе like smurf
hit his ass with the fire, he gettin’ moved by a he*rs*
you act a fool for our clout, you get the news in a shirt

[verse 1]
ice too precise, all night, clockwork
‘fore a n*gga get my chain, he gon’ have to die first
i’ma stand up in the [?], all love like durk
fell in love with the commas, all green like turf
when i came out the room, i was goated at first
with that off*white shirt, paint made, gabanna purple
act a fool up in saks, with the racks, she a [?]
i ain’t worried ’bout sh*t with the stick, i’ma murk ’em
he was comin’ through the hood, shoot the stick through the curtain
prayed for a come*up, got stuck with a burden
ran off on the plug with a pound, i was [?]
got this sh*t up out the mud like a bug, now i’m dirty
pocket watchin’ ass n*ggas tryna keep it, now they hurtin’
bought a bag with a bag, might buy a b*tch a birkin
i’m a player, make her mad, she can’t change, i ain’t servin’
and everybody wanna eat, but everybody ain’t workin’
everybody wanna beef, but everybody can’t murder
i’ma f*ck the game up every time ’cause it’s [?]
slow feet don’t eat, compared to me, you a turtle
and i’m still drippin’ sauce like a godd*mn burger
“they ain’t f*ckin’ with you, walk”
yeah, i know, but they ain’t heard me
she’ll suck a n*gga dry, d*mn, the lil’ ho thirsty
that b*tch blowin’ up the phone, d*mn, the lil’ ho worsen
yeah, i’ll be a boss before a worker
i’ll take another loss ‘fore i give free verses
yeah, we can tap in with the money in person
i can do it with the rappers, keep it street, keep it dirty
vpn with the plug, know i’m still networkin’
big icy ass chain, got a n*gga neck hurtin’
if a n*gga get to reachin’, put his ass on a [?]
i’m a shiesty ass n*gga, get a bowl for twenty*five
turn it right back around and sell that b*tch for a thirty
[chorus]
i ain’t foldin’
like the benz blew out her back, she been nowhere
told the b*tch, “beat daddy back,” and she know it
hope a n*gga pull out them racks and just show it
send a n*gga up like a kite, let him blow it
i’m the one that was steppin’ in this b*tch makin’ noise
i’m the young n*gga hot, make a motherf*ckin’ board
you can fold in the road, n*gga stay up on the porch
he can do what he want, but this sh*t don’t work
big booty b*tch, told the b*tch, “make it twerk”
stand up in the p*ssy, i’m a vet, make her squirt
vvs stones in my mouth, all work
they didn’t know i had did it ’til i did it at first
i ain’t never had sh*t, wafi get it out the dirt
ice in the cuban link, diamond blue like smurf
hit his ass with the fire, he gettin’ moved by a he*rs*
you act a fool for our clout, you get the news in a shirt

[verse 2]
you act a fool for our clout, you get moved by a he*rs*
put your face on a tee, see you soon on a shirt
i’ve been rappin’ like this, need a room just to work
i ain’t never ran from a n*gga walkin’ on this earth
went to the same store, n*gga tried it at first
second time in the a, shot a movie right there
in with all my ice on, f*ck n*gga, i don’t care
’cause this choppa gon’ sing if you dare touch a hair
yeah, better off f*ckin’ with a bear
all these guns got a drum, b*tch sound like a snare
out of sight, out of mind, we gon’ get you out of there
any shootin’, car ratchet, let a hundred, all ’em pair
n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck, i’ma send you in the air
gave you n*ggas plenty time, i was tryna be fair
tryna watch what i do, i’ma make you lose your hair
i’m the one makin’ moves, breakin’ rules everywhere
uh, plug pick a route up on the mail
tell him, “meet me on feet, bring a heat to the trail”
when i’m ridin’ through the city, keep a heat on my lap
never know who hatin’, tryna get you out of there
got the devil on my back, palm angel what i wear
every time i say, “cheese,” diamonds bling with a glare
i ain’t tryna be normal, b*tch, i’m already rare
say i’m headed to the top, b*tch, i’m already there
bubble coat different, ’cause this b*tch moncler
i’ma eat up at the table, better pull up a chair
’til everybody get full, can’t none of us share
you don’t f*ck with the gang? don’t none of us care
if you go against the grain, can’t none of us spare
rob who? take what? p*ssy n*gga, i dare you
a f*ck n*gga go get his head stomped, i thought a p*ssy ho, broke n*gga said somethin’, hey
[outro]
ayy (bigwalkdog)
hey
gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, watch who you hang with, these n*ggas dangerous (bigwalkdog)
yeah, hey
hey, hey
i ain’t foldin’

- bigwalkdog lyrics

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