(HoodWithAnotha1) hey
BigWalkDog uh
Hey

Look, my Mama told me stay away from
Snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them bowl, but
Now we can, so bitch, we taxin' out
I say, "How the hell he walk up in
The club with his ratchet out?"
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud
He living lavish now they asking, "How?"
Like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking, "How?"
This what they asking 'bout

They asking this and that
But they can't get no conversation (Nope)
They're watching how I move
They wanna know up out the paper
They wanna know about the plug
That I had met, i indicated
When were turning flips and stacking
Bricks all on the table
Bentley Bent remixed the flavor
Project Pat told me, "Don't save us"
(Don't change up)
Streets so dried up look like razors
They hope 'WalkDog come and save 'em
I only care about that bagel
That's that bread, that cheese, alfredo
Mix the brick down like it's Playdoh
Mix a full volume in Faygo
Jason did stick, he go play broke
Show that money now your face gone (Boom)
I ain't worried 'bout no bank
Loan, I go broke, bitch
I'm gon' take some
Hellcat, Track Hawk, I might race one
Buy my city like I'm Akon
Trap was making more than Avon

Look, my Mama told me stay away from
Snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them bowl, but
Now we can, so bitch, we taxin' out
I say, "How the hell he walk up in
The club with his ratchet out?"
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud
He living lavish now they asking, "How?"
Like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking, "How?"
This what they asking 'bout

I was taught to break a hoe, bitch
I got money on the floor
Money long, I can't broke
I open bag and throw some more
I see the streets through telescope
I really give the trenches hope
Re-mix the pot and shut the door
You never made that move before then (Nope)
They ask me this, I tell 'em, "No" (No)
They say a gram, I say a bowl
I'm in control, I tote remotes
I press a button it's a dough
I feel like Gucci in his coat
Got baby Dracs' and Gucci totes (Uh, huh)
All of a sudden I'm gettin' dough
I never felt like this before
They pull away, just cut the rope
They start to hate turn up some more
You stack up three then you
Make four, then five
Go fall in line for sure
You make a purchase, not no more
That pack gets sent right to your door
I popped my shit at Texaco
We drove the Dun through grass and rolls

Look, my Mama told me stay away from
Snakes and watch them rats and mouse
We couldn't get them bowl, but
Now we can, so bitch, we taxin' out
I say, "How the hell he walk up in
The club with his ratchet out?"
Say, how he get that shit up out the mud
He living lavish now they asking, "How?"
Like (How the hell he get that new car?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he go from there to a star?)
They keep asking now, like
(How he know the plug where we are?)
They keep asking now
They just keep asking, "How?"
This what they asking 'bout

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): DA'JOUR WALKER, KEVIN HAKANSSON, MANI KHODABAKHSH, ZYKERIAN HOOD