XL (rap) - Walked In lyrics

[Intro:] Yo yo yo man, that's all I'm saying bro We out here k**ing careers you out here k**ing yourself bro, that's all I'm saying Bro, you're really out here k**ing yourself, fam, that's all you're doing That's all yo're doing fam, you're just k**ing yourself bro [Verse 1: XL] You ain't sh** but a stain, where's the bleach? I'm a fiend for the fame, you a lame on the beat Where your right hand man? I got three at least You think you eating kid? Then I'm 'bout to feast It's Doughbois b**h know we run this sh** You a broke boy thinking that I'm not a quit I got diss after diss, you make wish after wish Your a** so poor can't fix up a Dish I remember having no one that would flock for me If anybody ask yeah I got Glocks for heat He gets close to cheap, but no Goodwill Man you need a good pill like Pepto Bismol Probably get cuffed from a buck on the low-low Wanna go toe to toe, you would be a no show The way I rhyme flows I'm like H20 The way you drop hoes, who doesn't know If you wanna toss hands then you better have a plan I got two, you got one, leave you left for dead Saying who I hit on the track O-Dan You a simple mistake, your dad should've used protection Peddle from the b**hes though I act so cynical Going hard in the bars 'til I can't no more, woah Rest in peace Bankroll Signing out XL, here from Chicago, aye