Drip from My Walk Freestyle lyrics

[Verse]
What's that in your wallet? Look, first of all, I don't even carry those
Grimy, shiesty, snipewood
Make her shoot a hole through a Cheerio
I see you on that workout playin' out, huh? 'Cause your fat ass lookin' like Terrio
I don't think these pus*y n*ggas wanna hear me, though
I'm the only thing coming out the stereo
Drakeo, what’s that, a Draco?
Nah, I'm riding around with the Uzi today
Pull up on a show, that's an opp or not?
sh*t, I don't know, all these n*ggas look like stains
Drakeo, you a loonie
You ain't know? sh*t, I been lost my brains
See, Drakeo, he shootin' kids now
I be poured as f*ck, I been lost my aim
No n*ggas ain't ever gon' tell me nothing
But them young dumb n*ggas from our gang
Got a white hoodie and a cape on, this my introduction to the Ku Klux Klan
First a n*gga wasn't even on gang sh*t until a n*gga started thinkin' they were Jackie Chan
Drakeo, what's a eye buster? Man, my young n*ggas just got whacked again
Drakeo, that's not a eye buster, that's my young n*gga, just got whacked again
So I woken up to next rap sh*t
They want cheeks to start getting smacked again
Say cruisin' Gomez, sliding through
Guess I'm 'bout to start getting harassed again
"Drakeo, where we gon' get you, bro?" I just hang up and just laugh again
You ain't see me, I was just night thuggin'
Gon' get me, but I had the strap again
I remember that about ten homies
We ain't here to scuffle, brought the MACs in here
These rap n*ggas be on imagination
Why you bust the homie? 'Cause his watch was faking
Chopper make him go ugh
sh*t, I kinda think the n*gga had constipation
These n*ggas be on that gay sh*t
You know the deal with me
I put my wrist out, the diamonds started dancing
You know it's real with me
They like, "Drakeo, can I hold a band?"
b*tch, you wasn't even feeling me
I had to dead-end, I had to show out
Brought all my scales with me
[Chorus]
n*ggas know I ain't with all that sneak dissing
This sh*t thrill to me
I put my address in the last song
Folks talking 'bout killing me
n*ggas know I ain't with all that sneak dissing
This sh*t thrill to me
I put my address in the last song
Folks talking 'bout killing me, pus*y

[Outro]
So cold I do 'em, man
Ugh
Stop sneak dissing, 2016