Walking Dead Lyrics

Trap Miraca

Niggas janky and weird imma have them crispy

Bulletproof with a knife I don't even tote a blicky

And I take the wrong pills I guess you could say a nigga shifty

And nigga I ain't soft I'll beat your heart in like I'm mike grigsby

Heard a nigga on my block growing crust now it's up with me

One month expert I trap a hundred you just trap fifty

Leave a bag around me I'll run off with it in a quick jiffy

Oh you talking real money bitch I think I need a whiffy

Hit the trap in sauce got these niggas looking mad shifty

All the whores been talking wack they looking real icky

Don't play when I'm gripping on the glock I could get itchy

And fuck making album art I got to many damn flickies

Damn I heard your niggas rhymes to be honest they just sound bitchy

Drop clumpy on her tongue then go roll up a eighth of sticky

Damn your bitch so bad I left a hickey right on her titty

And tell these knock off rappers to stop it they sounding shitty