Walk Through - Retch

Ha, yeah, hey, yeah, haha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Like, ha, bags, the motherfucking bag, you heard?

Yo, yeah, uh

Used to do walk ups, now they try and pay us for a walk through

Ain’t beefin' with no rappers 'cause my niggas 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

Fuck, his niggas 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 shit

S 600, eatin' Hibachi with chopsticks, Givenchy’d down gettin' top in the

cockpit

Y’all don’t fuckin' 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 fucking beauty

I fucked the bitch, 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 dyke when hoes acting brazy, that’ll rag something

Still shoutin' out my self on my last run in

Nigga, word to mommy, if a pussy try me

We gon' do him in the lobby, send him where Allah be

Talk cocky, walk properly, know that God got me

Snitch niggas, sent the peoples tryna Fox 5 me

I’m somewhere that you can’t find me with like 5 thotties

Them IG bitches with a million likes right by me

I’m on the phone, talkin' money on the vac sealer

And niggas still callin' back 'cause the pack killer

Little disclaimer, we don’t ever argue, eat a dick, 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 fuckin' with the boy, never (nah)

They ain’t fuckin' with the boy, never

Like, 6−0, ha, Fastmoney shit