‎Playboi Carti – WALK Lyrics

WALK

‎Playboi Carti

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"WALK." - ‎Playboi Carti

Monday, 24 November 2025, 04:37 pm

Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT

Track No: 27

Made a lotta profit, I might just spin up on your project
Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead
I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red
You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead
That 7.62 gon′ leave your motherfuckin' door red
Slide the door, bet we throw that choppa, yeah, throw it (brrat)
Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (brrat, brrat, brrat)
I might fuck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (brodie)
I been on ′em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (bloated)
I just popped an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (goin')
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hol′ up)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hol′ up)
I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (pour out, pour)
I just fucked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (to my buddy)
I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the mornin′ (uh)
Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted (′torted)
Molly, sex, ecstasy, I turned up just like Gohan (hahahahaha)

See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lotta you fuck niggas
To my day ones, it′s a new beginnin'
You know what that shit mean, right?
Renegade
The 5
Out

Writer(s): ‎Playboi Carti.

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