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WalkHard
by Codyene
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Rollin' Zaza, I remember I was broke, now it's lobster
Chopper, tucked under the seat, sippin' Wockhardt
Rollin' gas, mix it with the codeine, make my walk hard
In that rari, took the top off, yo, bitch, took her top off
I got bands in that bape, bag, and a thing of Wockhardt
Niggas bitter as a bitch, he get shot, that's a pop-tart
Mail a pussy nigga right to the morgue, that's a post-op
You gon' never catch me runnin' off a block, fuck a hopscotch
Two switches in my bay bag, you get fucked up
I don't ever even really look at tags, I just pick up
Dick all in her throat, dumb bitch finna hiccup
Had to leave her in the past, dumb slut was doin' too much
Me and broski slidin' hard in the beamer doin' doughnuts
Bitch, it's 2024, fuck a hoe, I just pour up
She want that brown hair nigga with the bape up on his clothes, yeah
But I won't fuck that hoe, nah, keep her clothes on
I really want the dome, bitch, I really want the dome, yeah
All up in your home, yeah, in your home
Bitch, I'm walkin' with my chrome, bitch, I'm walkin' with my chrome
Rollin' Zaza, remember I was broke, now it's lobster
Chopper tucked under the seat, sippin' wockhardt
Rollin' gas, mix it with the codeine, make my walk hard
In that rari, took the top off, your bitch took her top off
I got bands in that bape, bag, and a thing of Wockhardt, right
Niggas bitter as a bitch, she get shot, that's a pop-tart
Mail a pussy nigga right to the morgue, that's a post-op
Rollin' Zaza, I remember I was broke, now it's lobster
Chopper, tucked under the seat, sippin' Wockhardt
Rollin' gas, mix it with the codeine, make my walk hard
In that rari, took the top off, yo, bitch, took her top off
I got bands in that bape, bag, and a thing of Wockhardt
Niggas bitter as a bitch, he get shot, that's a pop-tart
Mail a pussy nigga right to the morgue, that's a post-op
You gon' never catch me runnin' off a block, fuck a hopscotch
Two switches in my bay bag, you get fucked up
I don't ever even really look at tags, I just pick up
Dick all in her throat, dumb bitch finna hiccup
Had to leave her in the past, dumb slut was doin' too much
Me and broski slidin' hard in the beamer doin' doughnuts
Bitch, it's 2024, fuck a hoe, I just pour up
She want that brown hair nigga with the bape up on his clothes, yeah
But I won't fuck that hoe, nah, keep her clothes on
I really want the dome, bitch, I really want the dome, yeah
All up in your home, yeah, in your home
Bitch, I'm walkin' with my chrome, bitch, I'm walkin' with my chrome
Rollin' Zaza, remember I was broke, now it's lobster
Chopper tucked under the seat, sippin' wockhardt
Rollin' gas, mix it with the codeine, make my walk hard
In that rari, took the top off, your bitch took her top off
I got bands in that bape, bag, and a thing of Wockhardt, right
Niggas bitter as a bitch, she get shot, that's a pop-tart
Mail a pussy nigga right to the morgue, that's a post-op
