Lil Gotit – Walkin’ lyrics

Lil Gotit – Walkin’ lyrics
(ft. B Slime)

[BSlime]
(Stuntin’ worldwide)
Woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah
Woah, woah
Woah
Let’s go

[BSlime]
I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Got my dawg, boy, my dawg, boy
Got my dawg, boy, my dawg, boy, let’s go
I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walk, my dawg, boy
I been walk, I been walkin’
Got my dawg, boy

[BSlime]
I got dawg, boy, ‘gain, come out the ‘Vette (Come out the ‘Vette)
I got some real slimeballs that aim for the neck (Aim for the neck)
I mix some red with some Hi-Tech, I’m workin’ the med
I do not talk to none of these cop guys, they the feds
Yeah, I’m walkin’ it down, yeah, I’m walkin’ it down
7.62, get to choppin’ it down
Extended will fire, we gon’ blow the bitch down
Told her look up, it’s a bet
I hop in the ‘Vette, she givin’ me head
Deleted the message, don’t need no thread
I’m with a Hood Baby, he bangin’ the red
I read your opinion, I don’t care what you said

[BSlime]
I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Got my dawg, boy, my dawg, boy
Got my dawg, boy, my dawg, boy, let’s go
I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walkin’, I been walkin’
Lately, I been walk, my dawg, boy
I been walk, I been walkin’
Got my dawg, boy

[Lil Gotit]
Ooh, these mans on
Real cheesy, yeah, my pockets calzone
Too easy, I take her to the condo
Real drippy, I got shit I ain’t put on (No cap, let’s go)
BSlime, yeah, slatt, slime
Nah, we ain’t droppin’ dimes (Oh no), wastin’ no time
We bust down the perfect timing
Yeah, my life a diamond, that’s a perfect shining
This drip, I know they eat up, they so divided
Treat the pussy like mathematics, yeah, Lil Gotit divided
Why you slide on the block? Lil’ boy, you done tryin’
Coppin’ different pair of shoes, yeah, like four sizes (I’m switchin’ out)
Gon’ have Unfunk on flights, yeah, in no time (No time)
Bartier Gotit in these frames, we got stains
Young fuck nigga didn’t spend that on his chain
Shit, me and my brothers, we havin’ YSL things
Fuck around, get caught, them niggas gon’ play the blame game
Unfunk bringin’ all the vibes in a Tonka
Pockets real fat, Mike Amiri thought they jumped him
Back then, we didn’t have shit, so we all was on the come-up
Yeah, we all on bullshit, you can call us DJ Drama (Bullshit)
Drop a four in Hi-C, yeah, I’m on my high E
Chase a check like Nike, I got an M, no Masi’
If she not a baddie, oh no, she can’t touch my body
Flew out to go to Crazy ’cause I said fuck Follies

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