Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A'jon Simms
Songwriter
Raheem Barnett
Songwriter
Lyrics
Uhhh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
uh, uh, gentle beats, uh,
uh, c'mon, it's a walkathon, whoa, yeah, 20 before noon I bet I get a done
If you don't hear the c'mon before the verse, then its a average song
Lock eyes with me, she fell in love, want me to take her home
Pull up in that shit it's bulletproof, finesse is here, raise the roof
My lil' bro hot head he can't chill, piss him off and he gon' shoot
I put in overtime to win cause I'm a winner, I can't lose
Only fly bitches, she gotta put it on to match my mood
Yeah, Ion talk a lot, yeah, but this a walkathon, they know I walk a lot
C'mon c'mon we only worried about pape that's what we talkin' bout
Circle the spot like three times, you know I gotta feel it out
Payin' attention to my whereabouts
Yeah, I feel like baby, take a pretty girl and give her what she want
I'm 6'5 in real life dunk on a nigga like I'm Bron
And I stack my money tall, look like Hakeem Olajuwon
And this shit super fast, you blink twice and then I'm gone
Real pretty bitch, and she got a stripper body
But I like my skinny bitches too cause they know how to ride it
Tellin' me she got a I.U.D., want me to come inside it
Brody don't even play, he swing the pole, get up with anybody
Kicked her out the spot, she takin' pics, I don't do paparazzi
Load the beat up, fire up the blunt, bet I go kamikaze
Bad bitch make her start seein' things, I'm feeling like Itachi
We can't chop it up or kick it nigga, this shit is not karate
Fine bitch, her body look good, she said she do pilates
Niggas tryna stab me in my back, won't let em walk behind me
Never fuckin' off, we got more tools than an O'Reilly
The way I pop my shit, I get them mad, they say I'm actin' cocky
uh, c'mon, it's a walkathon, yeah, 20 before noon I bet I get a done
If you don't hear the c'mon before the verse, then its a average song
Lock eyes with me, she fell in love, want me to take her home
Pull up in that shit it's bulletproof, finesse is here, raise the roof
My lil' bro hot head he can't chill, piss him off and he gon' shoot
I put in overtime to win cause I'm a winner, I can't lose
Only fly bitches, she gotta put it on to match my mood
Yeah, Ion talk a lot, yeah, but this a walkathon, they know I walk a lot
C'mon cmon we only worried about pape that's what we talkin' bout
Circle the spot like three times, you know I gotta feel it out
Payin' attention to my whereabouts
Writer(s): A'jon Simms
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