Walmart, Pt. 3 Lyrics

(Is that, is that what this is?)

(You're such a little brat)

I got lotta choppas, make you M.I.A., got blicky blicky

I be smoking wax outside the school, I make it sticky sticky

I got lotta hoes on my line, they're just like Icky Vicky

All my exes all up in my likes, I know they really miss me

Fur on my jacket, it comes from the zoo, I got a whole lotta swag and it came with a tool

And I'm anorexic, don't be munching on soup, I be starving myself cause' I stay in my Room

What you talking bout' when that glock's out, when I spaz out?

Pull up on you, take the trash out

Me and Matthew make the tracks loud

Blast now, I'm grabbing your bitch and she in a position then tapped out

What is that now? Claiming Mac 10's, sit your ass down

Lemme throw stones at your glass house

You gon' talk shit on my wife

You gon' bark bitch, but I bite

That's a call back when I write

You think I lost it, it's on sight

Lemme throw you a bone when I body the beat

And I know you a clone, you're a product of me so

Lower your tone when you're talking to me

Up with a gun when you walk up on me

And I spit in your face like I'm mad

Cracka, I'm using my hands

Homie lay off of the xans

I'm flyer than boy Peter Pan

I'm killing the game cause' I can

I'm doing my dance, she go in my pants

Ain't going to Heaven so please do not ruin my plans

I flew into France, bitch give me the yams

I'm shooting my shot cause' vegetation, ass reputation

No hesitation, I'm the best at hating, hope you pass away

And rip the pad the page, and this my passion, ain't it

Where's your cash you're saving?

Releasing emotions I bottled up, I'm grabbing these pussies like Donald Trump

I'm turning a Crip to a Blood, cause' that's all he coughing up

Offing them, this what you gotta love

Love eating these rappers and seeing it's Luke Gawne, I vomit up

Louis on me, what it cost

Uzi on me, now you gone

My beauty go beast when I flaunt, I'm nice

Tik Tok on my clock, homies staring at my wrist watch

Check on my neck, LOCKERS duo like we Drake and Josh

Max and Ruby with a toolie, gonna hit you, make your brain rot

You don't wanna see me in the dark, Juggernaut

What I got, in my space, you run or not

She say I'm sweet, I'm butterscotch

Your face in the streets, my gun will pop

Get a taste of me your tongue will rot

Uh, uh, uh, on the dot

Red dot, big barrel like Pinocchio

With the way she's lying on me thinking that she knows me? No

Do Si Do

If you snitching on me meet the Holy Ghost

I've been through the Ringer cause' I almost fucking overdosed

Too bad that I lived, now I'm the shepherd to the sorry goats

I got hoes, I got lotta flows, bro might overdose

Comatose, put you in a hole

Boutta lay you low, when you go

Hoe, don't hit my phone

I don't got no time for no jokes

Kill yourself with blow

I only got time for my pole

(Bow)