WalknOnFantaSt Lyrics

I just gave her my card I ain't ask for the bill

Like my bro in construction he pass me the steel

I'm sippin' on wock please don't ask how I feel

I'm a slimey ass bull, I'm related to Gil

Need to put the drink down, fell asleep at the wheel

Bitch I'm higher than you better put on some heels

This bitch is a bait she ain't getting railed

The Glock go bang he fell down in Shaquille

The Glock go bang nigga where Mike Breen

Last time I cried bro spilled my lean

You real or you fake nigga no in between

He can't help he a bitch that shit just in his genes

Rob that boy for his cash and I spent it on lean

She told me to chill I'm a rich junkie

Boy where you go run my Glock got a beam

Why my cup so dirty? But my fit so clean

Told my bitch don't listen to me last night I was high I said shit ion mean

Niggas bitches to me I'm a menace indeed

Don't look in my eyes it ain't shit to see

Brody carrying keys like a high school dean

Double cup on me but it's not caffeine

My eyes bloodshot boy they not too keen

Nodding off right now trynna catch some Zzz

You can't live like me I be pouring 3

Can't open my eyes I'm counting sheep

I'm way too laced can't count my cheese

You take to long I rap with ease

Can't ball like me you tore ya knees

This Glock gon' sing like destiny child

When I'm high can't be around

She like Dues you never smile

She can't swim then she Gon' drown

On Fanta street I'm out of town

Lost my bro man he got laced that's why he never come around

Lost my bro man he got laced his bitch said no can't leave the house

I fell asleep I'm down and out

My bro spin blocks like roundabout's nigga