Luyện nghe bài hát Walk In With Me

(Gucci Hook)
If you smokin Reggie Bush, then you cannot smoke me
If you wear Fila products, then you cant in with me
If you aint stuffin up a blunt, then niggas cant smoke with me
If you wear fake gold, you cant walk in with me
Cant walk in with me, yall cant walk in with me
walk in with me, girl you cant walk in with me
Cant walk in me, boy you cant walk in with me
Nah, walk off enemy, girl you cant in with Guwop

(Gucci Verse)
Stop, stop, stop right
you know you cannot go
Now, now, do hair
Do your you dirty hoe
Nah, nah, with me nigga
Swappin cant walk with me
Nah, nah, Im big
Talk nigga Im off that nigga
Shop with a nigga, shop with a nigga
Bout to go to the mall and for her
Louie bag I bag the road, gotta pull in a guil for her
My so crazy bad, gotta renta cop fo her
I dont roll with police man, Im buy a glock for her
Im getting head, some crazy head
crazy, Im on top of her
Got 6s on my droppin phantom, out the window
I got cake like oprah, cookin like oakara
Dont call your girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all her

(Gucci Hook)

(Quavo Verse)
Young i got on them pradas, but I am 1017
You smokin on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot with me
You walk around levis on but I got on them robin jeans
My niggas walk around with bones but nah this aint no bees
You niggas makin no noise
straight in the club my boys
Got that will hit you like floyd
Got 100 in a choppa toy
I got a rollie on not kors
100 bricks, check the scoreboard
Throwing bricks I hit the back-board
You got the bag get the rap for
Nah you walk in with me
those levis on and them ashy jeans
Dont even no blunt to me
Im a big dog you a runt to me
Me and smokin gas, at a round table counting cash
Chop it up by the bag
white girl with no ass

(Gucci Hook)

(Takeoff Verse)
No you cant walk thru with me, nah
you not 1017
thigh pads on my robin
Versace, my ring
Im clean, just Mr. Clean, you a peon nigga, your a shrimp
pistol bag and Im walking a limp
drop the top in my lamb i got a
wanna be a trap god,
But aint plugged in with the god
Trap god, he me, so erryday i wake i gotta thank god
Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in that jag
got the outside, black masks
lil boy got for the cash
Pass a like my name steve nash..
i shop and im checkin for the tag
put a bird on your head thats a tag
young niggas never did that (never ever)
never ever copped the jag
1017 bricksquad
i up the dro he bring me the bags

Mane Hook]