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Rx Wock - Walkin (feat. Rx Fox) Lyrics



Rx Wock - Walkin (feat. Rx Fox) Lyrics




You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin', Tariq
And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet
These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Nigga, we pull up with chopper , you know I'm the GOAT, I'm really the problem
The beat actin' hard so you know that I'm fallin'
White bitch think it's hell, then the bitch f*ckin' all of us
Ayy, give me the cat, I ain't f*ckin' with boots

Military pain, nigga, I'm steppin' for truth
Canada jacket, I'm rockin' the goose
Fuxk niggas play so he get in the booth
Let's go, let's go

Sippin' on Wock , got me tired
Ayy, bitch, you be stuck like f*ckin' Bar wire
You swerve on the block, you know that you dying
Fuxk 12 , you don't know how it feel when it's two out of mine

When I pull on the gloves, man, I feel like the champ
Put belts to ass, gotta give him a pamp
If I'm rock with you, man, you know this shit stamped
I come out the door like a motherf*ckin' vampire

Sippin' on motherf*ckin' wock, tired
My nigga be rollin', no tide
F*ck ya bitch, kick her out, goodbye
F*ck ya bitch, kick her out, goodbye

I'm the shit, better ask you a fly
Desinger my fit, you know that I'm fly
Five, four, three, two, one, let's go
Yall niggas ain't steppin'

Thirty on the Glock, right now shoot Stephen
I'm countin' green, I ain't talkin' no lettuce
I fuxked your bitch, I hope you get the message
I don't text back leave a bitch on read

Whole lotta red in my cup like Carti
On your set, I'ma off your set
You think I'm playin', you bet ass Cardi
Leave the scene smoked, I feel like Marley

BDM gang, nigga, shout out to Marty
White boy shoot it, he said it was gnarly
Got a bitch named Sam and a bitch named Carly
Young nigga feel like Freddy no cougar

Don't want your bitch, wanna f*ck on a cougar
Hit him with a five, he said, oh God
Now he God, but amen, hallelujah
Go

F*ck with April, the boy got fooled
Had to get out my dick, had to pick up the food
Mechanic talk, nigga, we work on the tools
Every four niggas playin', they dyin' in two, let's go

Fuxk 12, told them boys free my brother
Over the chopper, boy, we gon' make a shit stutter
Over the stove, we ain't frying no butter
And I came to beat the pussy up

You know that I tour
You'll take your min and step in my boots
Gang, gang, call the book, man, I'm hangin' with crew
You loose off the wall, I come up with you too

Bang, bang, no sosa , I ain't f*ckin' with you
Yo, I ain't f*ckin' with you
When I walk on the beat, gotta go speak the truth
Right there, nigga, we about to shoot

And I put on the jersey, I ain't feelin' like you
Uh, Team RX, nigga, how you gon' lose
He think he tough, lookin' like Terry Crews
Hit him one time, wanna see his point of view

Hit the hoe out like De La Cruz
I got the lighter so I got the fuses
Boy, you broke, nigga, what's your excuse
I'm walkin' on shit , I got big boots

And I'm f*ckin' on Sza, how I make the bitch snooze
Black and white shirt, not for gym, not a coon
Hop on the beat, man, you know how I walk it
Mercedes Benz, yeah, damn, I pull off it

No chit chat , get a f*ck, about the talking
Two clear P's, that nigga is all ten
Nigga, real stable, you know I ain't fallin'
F*ck that boy, I put that boy in past tense

Bih from Jamaica, I love how she walk it
Cartier shades, excuse me, no stalkin'
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You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin', Tariq
And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet
These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Nigga, we pull up with chopper , you know I'm the GOAT, I'm really the problem
The beat actin' hard so you know that I'm fallin'
White bitch think it's hell, then the bitch f*ckin' all of us
Ayy, give me the cat, I ain't f*ckin' with boots

Military pain, nigga, I'm steppin' for truth
Canada jacket, I'm rockin' the goose
Fuxk niggas play so he get in the booth
Let's go, let's go

Sippin' on Wock , got me tired
Ayy, bitch, you be stuck like f*ckin' Bar wire
You swerve on the block, you know that you dying
Fuxk 12 , you don't know how it feel when it's two out of mine

When I pull on the gloves, man, I feel like the champ
Put belts to ass, gotta give him a pamp
If I'm rock with you, man, you know this shit stamped
I come out the door like a motherf*ckin' vampire

Sippin' on motherf*ckin' wock, tired
My nigga be rollin', no tide
F*ck ya bitch, kick her out, goodbye
F*ck ya bitch, kick her out, goodbye

I'm the shit, better ask you a fly
Desinger my fit, you know that I'm fly
Five, four, three, two, one, let's go
Yall niggas ain't steppin'

Thirty on the Glock, right now shoot Stephen
I'm countin' green, I ain't talkin' no lettuce
I fuxked your bitch, I hope you get the message
I don't text back leave a bitch on read

Whole lotta red in my cup like Carti
On your set, I'ma off your set
You think I'm playin', you bet ass Cardi
Leave the scene smoked, I feel like Marley

BDM gang, nigga, shout out to Marty
White boy shoot it, he said it was gnarly
Got a bitch named Sam and a bitch named Carly
Young nigga feel like Freddy no cougar

Don't want your bitch, wanna f*ck on a cougar
Hit him with a five, he said, oh God
Now he God, but amen, hallelujah
Go

F*ck with April, the boy got fooled
Had to get out my dick, had to pick up the food
Mechanic talk, nigga, we work on the tools
Every four niggas playin', they dyin' in two, let's go

Fuxk 12, told them boys free my brother
Over the chopper, boy, we gon' make a shit stutter
Over the stove, we ain't frying no butter
And I came to beat the pussy up

You know that I tour
You'll take your min and step in my boots
Gang, gang, call the book, man, I'm hangin' with crew
You loose off the wall, I come up with you too

Bang, bang, no sosa , I ain't f*ckin' with you
Yo, I ain't f*ckin' with you
When I walk on the beat, gotta go speak the truth
Right there, nigga, we about to shoot

And I put on the jersey, I ain't feelin' like you
Uh, Team RX, nigga, how you gon' lose
He think he tough, lookin' like Terry Crews
Hit him one time, wanna see his point of view

Hit the hoe out like De La Cruz
I got the lighter so I got the fuses
Boy, you broke, nigga, what's your excuse
I'm walkin' on shit , I got big boots

And I'm f*ckin' on Sza, how I make the bitch snooze
Black and white shirt, not for gym, not a coon
Hop on the beat, man, you know how I walk it
Mercedes Benz, yeah, damn, I pull off it

No chit chat , get a f*ck, about the talking
Two clear P's, that nigga is all ten
Nigga, real stable, you know I ain't fallin'
F*ck that boy, I put that boy in past tense

Bih from Jamaica, I love how she walk it
Cartier shades, excuse me, no stalkin'
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Writer: Tyshawn Davis, Jayden Fox
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Performed By: Rx Wock
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Tyshawn Davis, Jayden Fox
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