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I thought you should know what your music does. It kills people.

What up, bitch?

My name Wally, nice to meet ya Go put the kids in the bed, I'm tryna greet ya Bitch, I'm finna wake the streets up I need that cheese and that toppin' like a, huh Crash out, you just not gettin' your feet wet Been runnin' shit since the womb, I ain't even been to sleep yet You can tell this bitch a hit and I ain't paid for the beat yet Like crack up in a pot, I'm dope and I ain't hit the streets yet

You cannot convince me your bitch badder than mine My baby super fine, your bitch callin', I hit decline He dumb enough to play with me, yeah, I kill him They come to me to hear me preach and I heal 'em This shit in my bloodline, I'm a gangster by design Somebody tell Travis I ain't greedy, I'll re-sign Still throwin' up a peace sign on the block like a street sign Touchdown on a fo' line and the deuce line got D-line Full bag gang, bitch, tummy tuck, Wally keep a strap I know some young niggas that keep a in a fanny pack Hit they whip with ten nine times then re-line Still got another ten, hold up, wait, let me double back Hunnid pack, got a thick bitch, hit it so good, made her run it back Say she feel this shit in her ass when I'm in the pussy, gave her a heart attack Tryna stab this bitch from the back, rubbin' her chest, what's that?

Cardiac I'ma always go where the money at, y'all niggas tryna know where the party at

Black on black Amio Betty, diamond chain, no shirt Off the porch, I'm in the street,

I ain't never touch the curb You got a check, I got a check too, let's find a bird You got a blick, I got a blick too, my nigga, what's the word? What up, bitch?

My name Wally, nice to meet ya Go put the kids in the bed, I'm tryna greet ya

Bitch, I'm finna wake the streets up I need that cheese and that toppin' like a