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The Walk In by Frank Dinero Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Hook:
Shooters when you walk in, we got the heat by the door (yeah)
You see what we on
He got a key on the stove
Send you a p to your home, a reef on your door, you reach and you gone (yeah)
Bucket hat like a fisherman, you know I keep me a pole
Clip long like it came with a curve
No cologne but a spray you like curve
Shooters with me I just gave them the word
Pull up leave your brains on the curb
Heard 12 outside, f*** that I’m still making a serve
Got a middle man play for a bird
Pull off then I gave them the bird

Verse:
Making plays fish tail off the lot
Since a youngin’ been hell on the block
Play with me I’ll leave you dead on the spot
Got 8 p’s check the mail in the box
Lowkey getting head from a thot
Beat her back until she tell me to stop
Work your wrist until it’s ready to drop
Then pancake how it fell out the pot
Yeah, Look
We in the trap for real
Best friend be the vacuum seal
Running shit like it’s track and field
In the trap I got mass appeal
What I write is a masterpiece
Want a deal for a half a mil or I’m independent like I’m Master P
No limit in my eyes so I C-Murder
Like I’m P brother
They don’t want the cake Tina Turner
Who the f*** believe these suckers?
N****s love me cause I’m telling the truth
Bussing plays right in front of the blue
Put the thing to the front of your tooth
And blow the brains on the front of your coupe
Hook:
Shooters when you walk in, we got the heat by the door (yeah)
You see what we on
He got a key on the stove
Send you a p to your home, a reef on your door, you reach and you gone (yeah)
Bucket hat like a fisherman, you know I keep me a pole
Clip long like it came with a curve
No cologne but a spray you like curve
Shooters with me I just gave them the word
Pull up leave your brains on the curb
Heard 12 outside, f*** that I’m still making a serve
Got a middle man play for a bird
Pull off then I gave them the bird

2nd verse:
Spot hot still bussing a jugg
Trying to hide from the narcs
One rule to survive in the hood
On the block have some heart
Get in the game they’ll probably put
Me on top of the charts
Purple runtz fill the top of the gar
Middle fingers out the top of the car
Treat the pork like Muslims no respect for the pigs
If you out here snitching you ain’t never have respect for your kids
N****s out here respecting this shit
Not me I ain’t accepting this shit
If you tell on me, the n**** ain’t gone be expected to live
9 to 5 I ain’t respecting a gig
So I had to boss up
With your girl getting head and tell like we I’m about to do a toss up
Yea we street better look both ways before you try to cross us
You a killer then you told that’s when the n***a lost us
He p****
Hook:
Shooters when you walk in, we got the heat by the door (yeah)
You see what we on
He got a key on the stove
Send you a p to your home, a reef on your door, you reach and you gone (yeah)
Bucket hat like a fisherman, you know I keep me a pole
Clip long like it came with a curve
No cologne but a spray you like curve
Shooters with me I just gave them the word
Pull up leave your brains on the curb
Heard 12 outside, f*** that I’m still making a serve
Got a middle man play for a bird
Pull off then I gave them the bird