Walkin’

By Capone

Released on September 1, 2020

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Yeah, know we talking 'bout man

Bring this shit back

Bring it way back, way back

Yeah

Break it down

Chi- town

Get up

Get loud

I be colder than the Winter Soldier

Got the crew behind my back, and yo bitch on my shoulder

She said I rock her world, ain't no fucking boulders

She wants the young money

Man, it's never getting older

Got this paper in my slacks, I ain't holding folders

This shit ain't no luck, man

Ain't no fucking clovers

I'm smoker man, you know I ain't ever sober

Walk in my direction, and you smell the fucking oder

Yo bitch hitting in my message, and she asking to come over

Ima bend hеr over

Control her like a puppеt, call her "Grover"

She said she wanna ride the roller coaster

She falling for me, man

But it ain't even October

Pull off in a Rover

Cruising, Ima stroller

Your man think he dope

But girl, you know I'm doper

He salty, he like kosher

Cause he know he a poser

I'm colder than the Polar

But I'm hotter than solar

Talking

All you do is that talking

Better get to stopping, or I'll put you in a coffin

Talking

All you do is that talking

Talking

All you do is that talking

Better get to stopping, or I'll put you in a coffin

Put you in a coffin

-do is that talking

-do is that talking

All you do is that talking

Honestly

Ask my ex bitch, Honesty

Yeah she know my honesty

But she don't know me honestly

Obviously

Y'all been tryna copy me

Y'all been taking property

Y'all ain't do it properly

Y'all do this shit so sloppily

You do this so awfully

It ain't even quality

Make me laugh like comedy

Why y'all be some wannabes?

Why yo main hoe on a g?

Yo bitch give head so sloppily

Honestly

I think that I possibly might just be a prodigy

Cause I got the Prophecy

Get my money constantly

My life like Monopoly

Getting all this green

I've been rolling up my broccoli

I probably should give an apology

I've caused a monstrosity

Killed y'all in this journey, this the Part II of the Odyssey

Obviously

Got yo bitch on top of me

There ain't really stopping me

It's odd for me

I'm used to all the poverty

But now I'm owning property