iayze – can’t walk lyrics
[intro]
aye, b+tch, go (aye, aye, b+tch, go)
aye, b+tch, go (real murdaworth sh+t)
real murdaworth sh+t, aye (real murdaworth sh+t, b+tch)
i say, i just spilled my tech, b+tch, i’ll be p+ssed if that was wok (aye, ugh, wok)
aye, go
i just spilled my tech, b+tch, i’ll be p+ssed if that was wok (ugh, p+ssed if that was wok, b+tch)
aye, b+tch, aye, aye
[chorus]
he looking for problems, b+tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
b+tch, i’m two deep in that four door, and it’s smoke to go
broke ass opp in a motel, shoot up the rooms to go
f+ck that b+tch on a king bed, this b+tch said she got it from rooms to go
slide through the murda and do a hit, b+tch, on rufe snow
i can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call cujo
pockets so fat, like d+mn, like them b+tches sumo
he looking for problems, b+tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
[verse]
finna pop out, b+tch, get active, grab my glock and go
i like making sure the gang eat, b+tch, i don’t hate on my bros
i don’t like it when the opps die, i like to shoot at my foes
i be hanging with my boo babys, and they throwing up four’s
i like getting to the money, b+tch, i don’t like f+cking hoes
i got a perc before i hit a l!ck, cause anything could go
that n+gga a p+ssy repellent, he keep on beating his hoes
b+tch, i’ll kick the door, i don’t need a glock, i’ll flush my opp
hit a sales pitch to the junkie, i’m like, “this sh+t good, anything can box”
i just spilled my hi+tech, would’ve been p+ssed if that was wok
i be high out my mind, i be on perc’s, i can’t even walk
busy gettin’ high with the birds, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”
[bridge]
b+tch, aye, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”
busy gettin’ high with the birds, i be like, “text me, i can’t talk”, b+tch
aye, been p+ssed if that was wok
i just spilled my tech, i would’ve been p+ssed if that was wok
[chorus]
he looking for problems, b+tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
b+tch, i’m two deep in that four door, and it’s smoke to go
broke ass opp in a motel, shoot up the rooms to go
f+ck that b+tch on a king bed, this b+tch said she got it from rooms to go
slide through the murda and do a hit, b+tch, on rufe snow
i can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call cujo
pockets so fat, like d+mn, like them b+tches sumo
he looking for problems, b+tch, i’m looking for opps to smoke
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