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walk - chopz (mi) lyrics

[intro: babyfxce e]
(i ain’t gon’ lie, you tripped on this b*tch, jay)
huh, b*tch
walk down, striker gang, striker boys, all that sh*t, n*gga
huh
i just raced a n*gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, i ain’t get this off no—
huh, okay, come on
b*tch

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
huh, i just raced a n*gga and took off on him twice
peg on the front of the glock, but i ain’t get this off no bike
it’s a d*ck in it too, but i ain’t get it off no dyk*
we be holdin’ sticks in the air, but we ain’t on no strike, n*gga
i pump gas and leave it runnin’, this a strike, n*gga
this ain’t no standard h*llcat, b*tch, it got the pipes in it
that n*gga devin haney, he ain’t got no fight in him
she tryna make love, b*tch must not know i spike b*tches

[verse 2: chopz]
me and bro be runnin’ through these hoes, we somethin’ like a hike with it
you bring up me and lean, don’t forget the sprite with it
this truck got me feelin’ like a baby, bro, i’m high sittin’
b*tch get jealous with the drank, so i’m hidin’, sippin’
i got a problem with the—
i got a problem with the drank, i feel like charles, i can hardly fix it
you know that b*tch a sl*t, she love her finsta
real striker boys for real, this is not no rental
sn*tch his scat when he go to sleep, man, this sh*t simple
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i don’t pay for p*ssy, but if it’s that, then i might tip you
she so open in the club, she off shirley temples
i know this b*tch tryna f*ck, she just showed her nipple
huh, come on, huh
man, some n*ggas just walked in, now i gotta stay on point
real smackers with me, all i gotta do is f*ckin’ point
this a game to me, every b*tch i hit, that’s a point
shootin’ the k with one hand, man, i think i popped a joint
faceshot while his ass smokin’, i just popped a joint
huh, every time my b*tch call, i just get annoyed
facecam, ganja gods, b*tch, you can get employed
if she ain’t f*ckin’ me, she playin’ with her toy
n*gga can’t put you in the lam’, you playin’ with a boy

[verse 4: chopz]
come f*ck with our side, b*tch, we turnt
dog keep sayin’ that he next, but he burnt
drac’ll leave his ass stiff like he had a bad perm
the box on the glock sound like two guns that got a burst
that drank got me in a—
that drank got me in a dead coma, bro, go get a nurse
i’m a vet at this sh*t, bro, i’m gucci
i’m tryna roll some ‘za up, man, hand me a loosie
this your b*tch favorite song, n*gga, we feel like toosii
don her favorite drink, man, that get her loosie
she drunk as h*ll, tryna make a movie
f*ck it, lil’ b*tch, we finna make one and be on tubi
i be diggin’ in her sh*t, she keep tryna move me
me and fxce on the beat, you know that b*tch groovy
we pull up to your spot, get that b*tch open
you can paralyze your lil’ b*tch and she still goin’
my brother front me a couple lines and i’m still owin’
i can barely hold my eyes open, n*gga, and i’m still pourin’

- chopz mi lyrics

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