Boss Bigg & Chav - Walk Thru

Yuh!
Biggee Baby (Whooo)
Chief Chav wit me too nigga (Gang)
Whole lotta gang shit
Ya Dig!
Yuh
Yeah
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch wit da drip
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch wit da stick
Walk in dat bitch and get licked
Walk in dat bitch and get took up
Backwood im rollin the cook up
Play wit me hope you got good luck
If you got a problem then pull up
Got some racks on me now and some put up
I walk in dat bitch and get lit
I walk in dat bitch throw my hood up
Walk in this bitch like the main attraction
Diamonds they shine I got my Rollie up
Where is the lean man tell em to pour me up
Diamonds they dancin look at em double dutch
Too lit in this bitch I might just pour me 6 in a crush
Band aids on me just like a cut
Tweak wit da gang and its goin up
Tweak wit da gang lil nigga you stuck
Dont come in that water ya look like a duck
Skatin on Ice but dont play wit no puck
Big dawg shit cant play wit no pup
Word around town they tryna be us
He must be tweakin off dust
Feds did a sweep but they couldn’t make a bust
Stuck in this game like who can you trust
Remember them days I aint have a buck
Now I Margiela my feet
No socks in my Ballys she think im a preacher
He want some smoke and don’t know ima Chiefer
Slide on his block its lit REEFER
Damn, Why you got put on a T shirt?
Residue from the dope still on the beaker
Life hard whip up the soft for the geekers
I got the base it aint come from a speaker
Young nigga I post on the block like a parking meter
Yo bitch be stalkin my gram I dont wanna meet her
She gave me top all she had was a margarita
Pull up wit Lil Nate and the top off the Beamer
Water diamonds flash flood like Katrina
I got a plug str8 from Argentina
80 foot yacht sittin at the Marina
Slam dunk in the pot like Gilbert Arenas
Play wit dem racks, Serena
Im in the trap kickin my feet up
Countin this cash finna roll me some weed up
BiGG in the kitchen whippin fajitas
Wrist like a freezer
Keepin the heat tuck
Diamonds retarded and havin a seizure
Beatin the pot just like a speaker
Nigga you hatin you need to speak up
Bad lil bitch in my DM tryna meet up
Lame ass nigga no you cant keep up
Yeezy my feet strapped like Adidas
She eat up the wood I think she a beaver
These niggas sicker than fevers
These Fendi runners no these are not Filas
Runnin from 12 and dodgin subpoenas
She knew it was lit as soon as she seen us (Its lit)
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch wit da drip
Walk in dat bitch and get lit
Walk in dat bitch wit da stick
AY!

Written by:
Christopher Romero, Christopher Wesley

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