Retch - WALK THROUGH lyrics

[Intro] Ha, yeah, hey, yeah, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Like, ha, bags, the motherf**ing 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***as did 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**, his n***as bomin' like they CBS, I was in the trenches slangin' cedar, yes Cutting up the h**ne with the [?] just so we can stretch Take a hundred thousand off the movies, let 'em keep the rest Turn crack c**aine into the VVS, talkin' that fly sh** S 600, eatin' Hibachi with chopsticks, you think you down but gettin' top in the co*kpit Y'all don't f**in' hear me though I'm on a yach, 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**ing beauty I f**ed the b**h, lil Uzi slappin' on the booty Balenciaga boxers 250 for a package of 3 We 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 n***a, word to mommy, if a p**y try me We gon' do him in the lobby, send away a lobby Talk co*ky, walk properly, know that God got me Snitch n***as, sent the peoples tryna Fox 5 me I'm somewhere that you can't find me with like 5 thotties Them IG b**hes with a million likes right by me I'm on the phone, talkin' money on the vac sealer And n***as still callin' back 'cause the pack k**er 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 f**in' with the boy, never (nah) They ain't f**in' with the boy, never Like, 6-0, ha, Fastmoney sh**