Rylo Rodriguez - Walk Lyrics

— Song Lyrics 'Walk' by Rylo Rodriguez ft Lil Baby & 42 Dugg

Feezie Productions

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible

I deleted her number, head was horrible

Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up

Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up

Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom

I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers

From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on

She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on

I gave every young nigga a Glock in my hood

Which one you workin'? Buy two, you servin'

And that hate, get back and forth with the court like Julius Ervin'

I could've bought a kilo but I bought a chain for thirty

Glock 27, I stuck a dick in it, it was a virgin

I'ma chase that paper 'til I'm tired, nigga had a rest

They wear this carb', he still die, but he had a vest

Hope you proud of me, nobody made it from my projects yet

I signed the deal, then I sent it on the private jet

I rock 'Figer, I ain't ever feared a nigga yet

My lil' got bankroll, we don't flex with each other's checks

And these hoes know I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm fresh out the barn

I drive my addict, she call that baby shit 'round me, the foreign

Dior, woah, VLONE, woah

Model, woah, she gon' suck dick, woah

Plug, woah, draco, woah

Now he can't, woah

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible

I deleted her number, head was horrible

Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up

Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up

Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom

I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers

From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on

She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on

No knock, just sign me for the meals, I prolly fuck it off

Won't put my BM in the Benz, I heard she fuckin' off

I been out here grindin', Rollie timin', yeah, we wildin'

Baby prayed the lawyer since I made five hunnid thousand

Presi', Presi', Patek, they like, "Doggybone a problem"

I ain't go to college, so he got it out the mud, huh

Seen two mill' in blues, he don't even fuck with Bloods

'Cause I want twenty for a show, but still I ask, "How much the club got?"

Can't wait 'til they left bud, a'ight, I'm done playin' games

Won't switch for not a bitch, then hear my son sayin', "Change"

Like we made it, I signed a deal for a couple hun', I moved that shit in Vegas

If not fine, then I'm with Baby, if not Baby, I'm with Ced'

So many shirts, want twelve a verse or back to sellin' meds

Dior, woah, VLONE, woah

Model, woah, she gon' suck dick, woah

Plug, woah, draco, woah

Now he can't, woah

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible

I deleted her number, head was horrible

Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up

Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up

Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom

I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers

From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on

She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on

Hunnid bands and Birkin bags, my girl don't need no OnlyFans

I go crazy every shot I get, like this my only chance

I run through a million cash so much, I need another hand

I just hope the play not play with me, we gon' fuck up the plan

I just heard he said he rich as me, I know he wish he was

Don't know what they kid gon' pull up in, I just keep switchin' up

I had racks before my bud, if they know, they know what's up

Ain't too many niggas in Atlanta sold more bags than us

Rylo went new cat on 'em, Dugg got four hunnid racks on 'em

I just sit, laid back, chill, I could bust they ass, for real

Bitch all in my comments, makin' jokes, like, I be poppin' pills

Boy, you know what's up when it be smoke, someone get popped for real

Dior, woah, VLONE, woah

Model, woah, she gon' suck dick, woah

Plug, woah, draco, woah

Now he can't, woah

Fuck that nigga Rylo, he rap horrible

I deleted her number, head was horrible

Nigga punks, sittin' all lookin' at the lines I just poured it up

Got cameras, we see them, they can't see us, this trap boarded up

Don't run no trap before that money, it hold you for ransom

I need help, I got a problem fuckin' exotic dancers

From the crack the code, to the bottom of the smoke, I get my hands on

She thought I was cookin' for her 'cause I fucked her with my pants on

Bitch

Sum'n light

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