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Walked In Lyrics Meanings
by Bankroll Fresh
feat. Street Money Boochie, Travis Porter


Walked In Lyrics

(Street)
(Yeah I'm back!)
(Yeah, Yeah)

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)
Come up in the street I'm peeling (skurr)
Come up in the street I'm peeling

And I might just lose the ceiling
And I'm trying to grind up on a million
And I might kill it if feel it
Hell yeah!
Ya damn right I kill it if she give it
MAC got extension
Take it and we flip it
Take it and remix it
Bring it back
Sixteen Curry on them hoes
Bank too big
Need pockets like Girbaud
Hold up, wait!
Know exactly how it goes
It's Boochie!

No, bet you can't do it like this
Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists
Me and Joblow gon' scheme on your bitch
Allen Temple, nigga, get money out the six
Street Money Nino got a hundred in the six
I ain't no gas
I'ma juug this mid
Pint coming in, I'm a lean like this
I ain't hit hard, like shawty you lit
Fuck all you rappers
My trap look like Casper
Came in like this, turning up on you bastards
After I smash
Li'l nigga can have her
Fuck from the front
Then I'm turning her backwards
Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash
I'm in a dipper I'm moving them bags
Play with that money
We put on a mask
Knew no limit, we bustin' your ass

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling
Come up in the street I'm peeling
Come up in the street I'm peeling I walked in
Throwing to the ceiling
Looking like a muthafucking milli
Looking like a muthafucking Gotti
Stop flexing bitch, you ain't really poppin'
These bottle wars, all these bottles what we poppin'
Ace of Spades poppin'
Rosé poppin'
Bitch we poppin'
You ain't really jockin'
Y'all niggas flexing
Y'all ain't got it
I got 2 bitches
They're getting' wild
These bitches want to do doggie style
I got one Black and I got one Chinese
She be talking to me she say, "kung pow!"
I fucked it up, I just made a pound
Smokin' this shit up, I made a cloud
Just fucked it up at the after hour
4:42, yeah, it can't wait to growl
Bitch yo ass ugly
And yo ass musty
So free bitch, here go a bar of Dial
Stinking ass breath, smell like black & mild
I'm fresh as hell, bitch wipe me down

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my frames, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling
Come up in the street I'm peeling
Come up in the street I'm peeling

All of these hoes be staring
All of my shit exclusive
She wants me, because I'm cooler
Looking like a god damn jeweler
Might fly to Bermuda
Thank God, a nigga rich, hallelujah
I flew her out, and I barely even knew her
I fucked her, now that bitch Luda

Walked in this bih looking like Frank Lucas
Me and my god damn shooters
Carbon got a god damn cooler
Clip like a god damn ruler
These bitches faded, be acting funny
All that she wants is a bag of money
Get her on molly, she actin' slutty
Hit from the back, and she ate her buddy

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building
That mean I got something expensive
Know my friends, they're killin'
All these hoes I'm killin'
Nigga came from dope dealing
Dirt bike, four wheeling (
Come up in the street I'm peeling
Come up in the street I'm peeling

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