Dead Man Walking

Hah, ayy, yeah, go Yeah, hah, yeah Turn me up, yeah, go Ronny J, please turn me up Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown Gone off that gas like a dead man walkin' 'Fit too fresh, throw that shit in a coffin Gas too strong, yeah, that shit got her coughin' Ass too fat, gotta watch when she walkin' Bring me that money 'fore I spin on your block Pull out that Glock, big .40 gon' pop All off them drugs and she tryna give me top Took off on my city and got it on lock Yeah, got it on lock, no question 16 at the 'tel, used to trap at the Westin Now I got hoes, I can fuck on your best friend One like on the 'Gram, I ain't doin' no textin' Hah, walk in the stu' with them drugs in my backpack Bitch want a verse but I know her shit cap rap See you in my city with a chain, I'ma snatch that Spin once on your block with the gang, we don't back track Don't care where I go, lil' bro, I'm plugged in Ten bands for the show, got the Glock when I come in Yeah, good for a stain, don't fuck with the gang Take 'em all down when we run in Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown Pull up at Neimans and buy Valentino Knock on your door, then we shoot through the peephole On the way to the top like they gave us a cheat code Higher than a bitch and still smokin' on pre-rolls Yeah, high speed with the laws, we can't stop for 'em Bad bitch in the coupe, got a fast foreign Put all the bros on a lick, got a bag for 'em Pulled out the lot, two hundred the dashboard Now I got racks, these hoes gon' chase me Big ass .40, yeah, no safety Stay on all ten, no, these bitches won't play me Smokin' through zips and I do that shit daily Get that shit for the low when I come to your trap Moncler on my back and it cost me a rack Fucking that bitch in the back of the 'Bach Walk straight in that bitch with the packs and the straps Two seater, ain't no room for no bustdown Uber to the crib, pop a Perc', let's fuck now Show in my city, call the gang, let's run down Back in the day, we used to trap 'til the sundown