Walk On Water 2 lyrics

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[Part I: Walk On Water 2]

[Intro]
I'm walking on water-wa—
Popped a flat, b*tch, yeah
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water

[Chorus]
Scatpack, do donuts
Pint of red got poured up
Put this b*tch on the molly (Bih)
Now that bih' wanna go up (Yeah)
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water

[Verse]
Bought a car just to wreck it
Hundred racks, I'ma stretch it
Flawless VVS's
Oxy's in the mattress
Popped an Oxy and I went to the moon
f*ck in a Lamb truck and that motherf*cker zoom
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I just put five hoes inside this coupe
Last time I took drugs, I been that n*gga
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Big dawg, I just put this b*tch up on a jet
[Chorus]
Scatpack, do donuts
Pint of red got poured up
Put this b*tch on the molly (Bih)
Now that bih' wanna go up (Yeah)
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on watеr
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on water
Popped a flat, b*tch, I can walk on watеr

[Part II: MOB]

[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my n*ggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that b*tch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this b*tch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, b*tch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)

[Verse]
Chrome Heart jeans, them b*tches stunt on my leg
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, n*gga, fill his whole muhf*ckin' head with lead
Flew the b*tch in then I flew the b*tch back, yeah, the b*tch got to my head
b*tch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah-yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah-yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm whippin' the dope up
I put a four in my muhf*ckin' soda
[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my n*ggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that b*tch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this b*tch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, b*tch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)

[Outro]
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