Luyện nghe bài hát Walk In With Me

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

(Gucci Verse)
Stop, stop, stop there
you know you cannot go
Now, now, do hair
Do hair you dirty hoe
Nah, nah, walk me nigga
Swappin cant walk with me
Nah, nah, Im big
Talk nigga Im off that nigga
Shop a nigga, come shop with a nigga
to go to the mall and shop 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 police man, Im gonn buy a glock for her
Im getting head, some crazy head
crazy, Im on top of her
Got 6s on my phantom, out the window opera
I got cake like oprah, dope like oakara
Dont call girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all over her

(Gucci Hook)

(Quavo Verse)
Quavo i got on them pradas, but I am 1017
You smokin on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot smoke me
You walk around with levis on but I got on them jeans
My niggas walk around with bones but nah aint no busy bees
You aint 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 mike
100 bricks, check the scoreboard
Throwing bricks I hit the back-board
You got the bag get the rap for
Nah you cant in with me
With those levis on and them jeans
Dont pass no blunt to me
Im a big dog you a runt to me
Me and smokin gas, at a round table counting cash
it up by the whole bag
Selling white girl no ass

(Gucci Hook)

(Takeoff Verse)
No you cant walk thru with me, nah
you not bricksquad
pads on my robin jeans
Versace, medusa my
Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a nigga, your a shrimp
pistol bag and Im walking with a
the top in my lamb i got a tint
Errybody wanna be a god,
But plugged in with the trap god
Trap god, he blessed me, so i wake i gotta thank god
all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in that jag
got the goons outside, black
lil boy got robbed for the
Pass a blunt like my steve nash..
i shop and im checkin for the tag
put a bird on your thats a price tag
yall young never did that (never ever)
never ever copped the jag
bricksquad flags
i up the dro he bring me the bags

[Gucci Hook]