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retch - walk through lyrics

[intro]
ha, yeah, hey, yeah, haha
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
like, ha, bags, the motherf-cking bag, you heard?
yo, yeah, uh

[verse]
used to do walk ups, now they try and pay us for a walk through
ain’t beefin’ with no rappers ’cause my n-ggas they’ll chalk you
and thats the type of drama i ain’t needin’
between akademiks and twitter, i don’t make it to the weekend
f-ck, his n-ggas bomin’ like they cbs, i was in the trenches slangin’ cedar, yes
cutting up the heroin with dilaudid just so we can stretch
take a hundred thousand off the movies, let ’em keep the rest
turn crack cocaine into the vvs, talkin’ that fly sh-t
s 600, eatin’ hibachi with chopsticks, givenchy’d down gettin’ top in the c-ckpit
y’all don’t f-ckin’ hear me though
i’m on a yacht, pourin’ tech up in the flute like it’s chardonnay
lobster tail and scallops out in mandalay
dolce and gabana drippin’ on me when the camera blink
no service where we at, so you can’t hear a thing
no lifeguard on duty, peep the f-cking beauty
i f-cked the b-tch, lil uzi slappin’ on the booty
balenciaga boxers 250 for a package of 3
week in the streets keepin’ it g, i keep the average in jeep
they talkin’ trap, but ain’t a fiend that could vouch for ’em
come to me, had fiends trappin’ out they house for him
auntie cool, but don’t be tellin’ they ain’t stashin’ nothing
always gotta hand out, tryna grab something
know i keep a shooter that’ll stab something
and a dyk- when hoes acting brazy, that’ll rag something
still shoutin’ out my self on my last run in
n-gga, word to mommy, if a p-ssy try me
we gon’ do him in the lobby, send him where allah be
talk c-cky, walk properly, know that god got me
snitch n-ggas, sent the peoples tryna fox 5 me
i’m somewhere that you can’t find me with like 5 thotties
them ig b-tches with a million likes right by me
i’m on the phone, talkin’ money on the vac sealer
and n-ggas still callin’ back ’cause the pack k!ller
little disclaimer, we don’t ever argue, eat a d-ck, hater
can’t talk baller to a spectator
still jumpin’ out the mazi rockin’ margiela
thousand dollar jeans on, and i just walk better
rocking off-white in the off weather
they ain’t f-ckin’ with the boy, never (nah)
they ain’t f-ckin’ with the boy, never
like, 6-0, ha, fastmoney sh-t

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