Lyrics Walk - LUHBERT

Ha, yeah this my flow bitch
Luhbert on my chain but I'm still Mr. four oh four bitch
Yeah that hoe wasn't talking about money
So she gotta hit the door bitch
Yea we pulled up to the party deep as fuck we came with four sticks

You know I
Walk, walk, She like how I talk
We gone put that boy inside some chalk you diss it ain't my fault

Yeah you dissing on the gang man so what we heard you broke as hell
Came through in balenci super trippin I put her in Chanel

I feel super lit I'm swiping cards I feel like a scammer
Walking out of Walmart with a hundred thousand and bananas
Yeah my hoe call me Santa
Im dripped in black and white just like a panda
She get freaky when she dancing on the dick
I call her pussy Prancer

On the e way in my Tahoe truck
It's sticks in here won't put em up
Only ride with killers speak on my members I'm bound to get em plucked
Niggas think they real as fuck
Niggas aint gotta bag or none
Get up close ill back them up
This SRT truck fast as fuck

When I hit the shows need three four hoes before I hit the door
Told my driver speed this bitch up turn me up we on the road
Groupie Freaky bitches all in the back I gotta let them know
They push up to this bnb they aint fucking they giving up that throat

Yeah I pull up to block with lethal shit hit you with a rpg
Then I might just put a switch on my new rocket it's gone sweep the streets
Fuck your gang you a bitch you can tell them luhbert said it
My chopper write a murder story bet the pussies read it

Back and coming in fasho
Beat her back then let her go
My dog was hating on the low
We slimed em out yeah that's fasho
Mia with choppers we bring em out even when we on the boat
When I'm with the team I'm pushing bowls and fucking niggas hoes