I Really Be Walkin - Flee

Bitches be birds, they flockin'

Got whole lotta hoes, got whole lotta options

These niggas not guapin', got lint in they pocket

I’m walkin' around with the bands in my wallet

My wallet, my wallet got these bitches watchin'

They know that I’m poppin', they pussy they poppin'

I pull up, I cock it, blast off like a rocket

I walk up in Saks with the racks and I’m coppin'

I’m coppin', I’m coppin', don’t do window shoppin'

So much Valentino, call me Valen-Flee-no

Nigga I ain’t cappin', I got it, I got it

Ain’t talkin' about guala, I’m changing the topic

These niggas ain’t makin' no profit, I promise

Stay down, stay solid, my niggas I got 'em

Flee preach to these niggas like prophets (Okay)

when I see my closet

I got on Balencis, you got on Foamposites

I walk in the bank, deposit, deposit (Flee, yeah)

I pop me a Perky, I feel like Lil Gotit (

I really like to use Cash

This bitch off the drugs, she

She open her mouth, and I shot it, I shot it (I did, yeah)

They cuffin' these hoes, they

I’m duckin' these hoes, I’m weavin', I’m bobbin'

I’m switchin' my hoes, I’m swappin', I’m swappin' (Yeah, lil' ho)

All my shit real, ain’t no photoshoppin'

Need new wheels, four-door shoppin'

Five of us, me and four hoes shoppin' (Okay, Flee, yeah)