Lyrics Walk In - Mak11

I'm talking my shit, I'm popping up quick
I got me a bitch you can not get
Tryna water my wrist, want diamonds all glist
A glock with a dick for the nonsense
Boy thought he was slick, I'm watching him slip
My opps always quit when I walk in
I got em all pissed when I walk in
All this sauce and this drip when I walk in
On top of the city, locked in
My squad really with it so stop tripping
Know I ride with my clique you can not fit in
Swear I'd die for this shit why you thought different
On God imma get it, not them
My shots never missing like Scott Pippen
They ain't like what I did when the plot thickened
Like a lighter it's lit when I walk in it

They cut the chatter when I walk in
Like what's the matter boy keep talking
He must be mad I'm in her top ten
They don't fuck with Mak then they can drop dead
In the cut with Zach bet they not ready
Hear so much capping man the opps petty
Running up a stack until my guap heavy
Couple hundred racks call it confetti
Imma celebrate
When I break out the Lamb or the yellow Wraith
I made me a plan and got hella faith
Know I stay with the fam I can tell a fake
I ain't shaking your hand I can smell the hate
I be chasing these bands I ain't ever wait
Need a Draco that cannon gon penetrate
They keep on hating get handled at heaven's gates, aye

I'm talking my shit, I'm popping up quick
I got me a bitch you can not get
Tryna water my wrist, want diamonds all glist
A glock with a dick for the nonsense
Boy thought he was slick, I'm watching him slip
My opps always quit when I walk in
I got em all pissed when I walk in
All this sauce and this drip when I walk in
On top of the city, locked in
My squad really with it so stop tripping
Know I ride with my clique you can not fit in
Swear I'd die for this shit why you thought different
On God imma get it, not them
My shots never missing like Scott Pippen
They ain't like what I did when the plot thickened
Like a lighter it's lit when I walk in it

Hoe imma run up a big bag
Imma smoke on a blunt not a Zig-Zag
Bet his hoe wanna fuck now he sick to his stomach
Cause shawty done got the kid bitch made
Saw my bros going dumb tryna whip sales
Put the coke on my gum it was fishscale
Got some young homies open em up
If they go to pull up bet they clique bail
On a wave y'ain't getting on ship sailed
Rocking braids stay dripping no pigtails
Got the gang they with me don't get trailed
Squad getting paid straight winning won't shit fail
Never switched up I got too much pride
Turn against us all my crew cut ties
Sipping red stuff outta two cups
Might swerve in a Benz truck bulletproofed up
And hop out like

I'm talking my shit, I'm popping up quick
I got me a bitch you can not get
Tryna water my wrist, want diamonds all glist
A glock with a dick for the nonsense
Boy thought he was slick, I'm watching him slip
My opps always quit when I walk in
I got em all pissed when I walk in
All this sauce and this drip when I walk in
On top of the city, locked in
My squad really with it so stop tripping
Know I ride with my clique you can not fit in
Swear I'd die for this shit why you thought different
On God imma get it, not them
My shots never missing like Scott Pippen
They ain't like what I did when the plot thickened
Like a lighter it's lit when I walk in it