Walking Dead

All my choppers dirty bae and all my hoes is bad

I done made a 20 twenty times just do the math

I could never go out like the opps they doing bad

Momma told me you bet never cry cause you a man

Moving extra slow

I'm turnt up off this drank fasho

I pop out like the boogie man

I pick if you the next to go

My hood look like the walking dead

Been paying attention talking less

Im tired of sipping on the Tris

I'm tryna sip some wok instead

ARP 300 blackout

Lil Stan he gon bring them racks out

All designer clothes I cash out

All designer bitches too

It's bout time I spin with you

Sip drank then I get in my mood

Pop yerks if it don't hit me right

They tweak you know I'm tripping too

Catch bodies we catch bodies too

That gangster talk don't got me fooled

I'm slow but I am not confused

Bad bitches I done got a few

Them chopper sticks I got a lot

Ain't got no b's you not my opp

Your music I am not a fan

Y'all cap ass raps is not a bop

LBPDK

I like my bitches half straight

I like my money all blue

My bitch her body mad fake

My wrist gon blind you if you look

She dripping water like a lake

Big bro still locked up in the feds

Lil Stan still riding with lots of kays

All my choppers dirty bae and all my hoes is bad

I done made a 20 twenty times just do the math

I could never go out like the opps they doing bad

Momma told me you bet never cry cause you a man