Walk

Hi, Sage (Yeah, yeah) Went shopping, blew racks at Neiman Marcus If you ain't finna end it why you even start it Pull up to the show big body Jeep then I proceed to park it Hop up on a beat then I proceed to walk You don't know what it take to be the boss Step out rocking Endless, you got ya jeans from Ross I don't want that bitch, right to my team I toss I don't need shit from you, not a handout or no shit You ain't really on shit, why you tote shit Tryna up a yacht, yeah, I need a damn boat bitch Way too much drop, walk in, ya bitch soak this We ain't sipping no Tris, thumbs up from my liver After the show I hit Coney, get a fye dinner I don't give a fuck bout you, I'ma die richer Look at my Richard, flooded out, the time glitter Look at my watch, bitch, I'm upping my stock Throw the hook you go to sleep, even if you try block Diamonds stones, my rocks, Gucci, my socks Fuck the lil' shit, I need Dior high tops Fuck the lil' shit, we chillin' in a high rise You can tell I want this shit, just look at my eyes If you want beef, bitch, we got it like we five guys Talkin' big shit, yo ass ain't even 5'5" Talkin' lil' shit, but you can never step to me Run up, he get slept, he sleep Why you rock that vest, it's cheap LV on my chest, unique, this probably the best you see They just some haters, they could never get the best of me Had the recipe, finna cook it, finna stir the pot Lil' bro really tripping, he been fiending, got the syrup, Wock Yes, you got the glock, but you don't hit shit, lil' bitch, you're a bot I'ma hop in that big body Jeep, then I'ma burn the block You talk big shit, but came in last place Double yo best on my bad days Cut in front of you, make you stab breaks Shit on you quick, left you with a sad face But I don't give a shit, I'm just tryna bag chase I done went fuckin' up, richer than my classmates You ain't really doin' shit, you tryna stat chase I ain't tryna fuck with you, lil' bitch, that's fake Yeah, yeah This a damn Hellcat, I'ma push it Yo luck already little so lil' bitch don't push it You had a nice chain so we went up and took it I'm just chillin' with the gang, we just tryna get rich, hoe I stayed the same, ain't switch up, got no big bros You a damn lame, could get hit, we got big poles Only want diamonds, I don't really want shit gold I be kickin' back at the house makin' hits, hoe I was goin' crazy at the party, yo bitch throwed How you don't know my name but yo bitch know How you talk like you up but you lil' bro Why you talkin' bout money, you got lil' dough If you my mans then that bag I will throw Put up a hundred, got me feelin' like Wilt, hoe This shit some Prada, stepped out in a silk coat