When I'm not inside my head, my life a party
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
I grew up with none, I'll take anything and make it flip
These blue bills like acetone, I bet they make her strip
I spend a bag, I make a bag, I make it back, I make it quick
Hit the road, I'm back and forth, I fill a tank and make a trip
Let's take a trip, couple acid taps in woods'll have me loose
Boy, I'm like that, I'ma beat yo' ass before you have me shoot
I'm on whatever you on, so is you tryna hit or hit the stu?
Love my Glock so much, she wait for me to black so she get blue
Light my sage and walk around unleashing all my demons
Fell asleep while counting racks, back then I used to dream it
Woke up with that paper on my chest, it had me cheesin
Band it up and hit the mall and have a ball in Neimans
This a big body, take the same space as a ship
You gon' hear 'fore you see me, I got King Kong in the whip
Stuffin' five.56 and seven.6Big2's all in the clip
Play it safe before you die from all that dip on your chip
Bitch
When I'm not inside my head, my life a party
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
Buddha 2x - Walk Lyrics
Buddha 2x - Walk Lyrics
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When I'm not inside my head, my life a party
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
I grew up with none, I'll take anything and make it flip
These blue bills like acetone, I bet they make her strip
I spend a bag, I make a bag, I make it back, I make it quick
Hit the road, I'm back and forth, I fill a tank and make a trip
Let's take a trip, couple acid taps in woods'll have me loose
Boy, I'm like that, I'ma beat yo' ass before you have me shoot
I'm on whatever you on, so is you tryna hit or hit the stu?
Love my Glock so much, she wait for me to black so she get blue
Light my sage and walk around unleashing all my demons
Fell asleep while counting racks, back then I used to dream it
Woke up with that paper on my chest, it had me cheesin
Band it up and hit the mall and have a ball in Neimans
This a big body, take the same space as a ship
You gon' hear 'fore you see me, I got King Kong in the whip
Stuffin' five.56 and seven.6Big2's all in the clip
Play it safe before you die from all that dip on your chip
Bitch
When I'm not inside my head, my life a party
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
I grew up with none, I'll take anything and make it flip
These blue bills like acetone, I bet they make her strip
I spend a bag, I make a bag, I make it back, I make it quick
Hit the road, I'm back and forth, I fill a tank and make a trip
Let's take a trip, couple acid taps in woods'll have me loose
Boy, I'm like that, I'ma beat yo' ass before you have me shoot
I'm on whatever you on, so is you tryna hit or hit the stu?
Love my Glock so much, she wait for me to black so she get blue
Light my sage and walk around unleashing all my demons
Fell asleep while counting racks, back then I used to dream it
Woke up with that paper on my chest, it had me cheesin
Band it up and hit the mall and have a ball in Neimans
This a big body, take the same space as a ship
You gon' hear 'fore you see me, I got King Kong in the whip
Stuffin' five.56 and seven.6Big2's all in the clip
Play it safe before you die from all that dip on your chip
Bitch
When I'm not inside my head, my life a party
Lotta problems, I can solve them all with two shots of a Bacardi
I-I walk up in that bitch, my name alone gon' get it started
My lil' patna out from L.A., keep a clipper like he Harden
W-walk in with a stick so big that shit'll make you limp
Big ol' rubber bands, that duffel bag look like a gimp
She gon' make her cash and bring it back like I'm her pimp
We don't have emotion, we just havin' motion out your bitch
Writer: Buddha 2x
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