Lyrics
Walk on a beat like I walk on a bitch
And I do this myself why'd you ask who I'm with
And my woe be so cold like he came from the six
My boy dress down in blue but he is not a crip
My dead family they support me from above like a ceiling fan
My girl my orange soda shorty fruity and she shake her yams
Wonder why I act like the man cuz I am
And they ask me why I do this it is because I can
Get to the money I get it real fast
Fuck on your bitch and I fuck from the back
I get the money yeah I get the racks
He run up on me bitch I'm gonna blast
Bitch, I'm gonna blast
Put him in the past
Bitch I need a bag
Bitch I'm doin' the dash
You know it's Ski though
Gun on my hip like a muhfuckin speedo
Crunch time Dorito
Shout out to all of my muhfuckin people
Walk on a beat like I walk on a bitch
And I do this myself why'd you ask who I'm with
And my woe be so cold like he came from the six
My boy dress down in blue but he is not a crip
My dead family they support me from above like a ceiling fan
My girl my orange soda shorty fruity and she shake her yams
Wonder why I act like the man cuz I am
And they ask me why I do this it is because I can
Writer(s): Julian Volare
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