Kevin Fortune - Walter White lyrics

[Hook] Walter White, b**h I'm Walter White b**h I'm cooking like I'm Walter white, mobbing through the night f** with me and I might f** ya wife, motherf** ya life They think I'm crazy well ya'll f**ing right, motherf**ing right Motherf** ya life [Verse 1] So what you b**hing for This is real n***a talk b**h don't involved Taking care of business when I'm getting busy boy And yeah you f**ing with your life f**ing with me boy How you kin if you never even been involved How you my n***a? All you n***as ever do is talk I got homies that would die, that would k** for ya boy I'm talking homies that would leave ya brains spilled on the floor How it feel to know you not sh** (Nah) Taking shots at us n***as up on that God sh** (God sh**) Meaning they shoot for the heavens but never got sh** (not sh**) Better say a Hail Mary on that Pac sh** (blah blah) Cause if you not I'm knocking down the door like ops did And popping shots like the paparazzi at pop figs I'm homicidal inside ya crib, while you knocking And what I gotta fear I'm the n***a that's knocking Motherf**ers wanna mutter like the runners and conductor of the gutter I could eat you p**y n***as up for breakfast, lunch, or supper I got everybody shook, ya voice cracking as you stutter I could f** you up and then f** ya mother without a f**ing rubber n***as wanna hate but I can't slow down f** ya mixtape I listen to it with no sound Slit ya wrist ya b**h when nobody else around You kiss the tips of dicks my n***a you clown Don't test me, cooking in the lab like Jesse Watch me put a spear in his back like Kenshi Watch me shoot a verbal automatic till its empty Then I throw the body in the back of Mike's Chevy Heart's colder than a yeti turn ya head into spaghetti You ain't even worth a penny I'm ahead of you already You been tailing to the Bentley we blowing up like a Betty Break bread with my n***as and breaking bad and I'm k**ing like I'm [Hook] [Verse 2] You playin games with ya life boy Keep playing games with ya life Imma take that sh** And you ain't quite doing it right boy You took a style but don't forget that I made that sh** I'm a motherf**ing rock star Jimmy page I move bars like xan's do it everyday And I been whipping in the kitchen need 100K I'm talking money in my lap and what the semi weigh Just so the bullets start sticking quicker than glue to you n***as And when it's hitting where it's from is not a clue to you n***as I'm through with you n***as, how do I get through to you n***as Ready or not I'm coming to pop and be the truth to you n***a's for real I never hung around the bangers and the crooks I was busy making bangers and was working on my hooks I been grinding to make a couple dollars off of the books Don't trip, hazmat in the lab gotta cook Jokim Noah n***as switch teams on the come up You ain't joking no one you a fraud and f** up You ain't tocking in the Chi you soft like hot bu*ter Yo we tired of that bull motherf**er no jimmy butler I'm finna reign like the Oklahoma City Thunder Straight out the gutter where they banging harder than a drummer That's facts and word to all of my brothers When's the last time you seen a n***a cold in the summer b**h I'm cole wanting to tell you to get off of my dick No Chris Paul but I'm wishing you got met with a clip And it's all head shots no missing and no a**ists And if you did me dirty in f**ing your daughter and b**h In the booth sounding like I'm coming off of the hip Murderous attitude it's over every time that it hits I'm blowing out your brains if you thought of sending a diss It's game over if I'm ever stepping foot in this b**h b*tch! [Hook]