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Jace Iayze - Cant Walk Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, bitch, go (Ayy, Ayy, bitch, go)
Ayy, bitch, go (Real Murda Worth shit)
Real Murda worth shit, aye (Real Murda Worth shit, bitch)
I say, I just spilled my tech, bitch, I'll be pissed if that was 'Wock (Ayy, ugh, 'Wock)
Ayy, go
I just spilled my tech, bitch, I'll be pissed if that was 'Wock (Ugh, pissed if that was 'Wock, bitch)
Ayy, bitch, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
He lookin' for problems, bitch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (I'm lookin' for opps to smoke, ugh)
Bitch, I'm two deep in that four door, and it's smoke to go (And it's smoke to go)
Broke-ass opp in a Motel, shoot up the rooms to go (Shoot up the rooms to go, bitch)
Fuck that bitch on a King bed, this bitch said she got it from Rooms To Go (She got it from Rooms To Go)
Slide through the Murda and do a hit, bitch, on Rufe Snow (Bitch, on Rufe Snow)
I can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call Cujo (Gotta call Cujo dumbass)
Pockets so fat, like damn, like them bitches Sumo (Them bitches Sumo, nigga)
He lookin' for problems, bitch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (Opps to smoke)

[Verse]
Finna pop out, bitch, get active, grab my Glock and go (Grab my Glock and go, ugh)
I like makin' sure the gang eat, bitch, I don't hate on my bros (I don't hate on my bros)
I don't like it when the opps die, I like to shoot at my foes (I like to shoot at my foes)
I be hangin' with my boo babys, and they throwin' up four's (They throwin' up four's)
I like gettin' to the money, bitch, I don't like fuckin' hoes (I don't like fuckin' hoes, bitch, no way)
I gotta pray before I hit a lick, cause anythin' could go (You know anythin' could go)
That nigga a pussy repellent, he keep on beatin' his hoes (Keep on beatin' his hoes)
Bitch, I'll kick the door, I don't need a Glock, I'll flush my opp (I'll flush my opp)
Hit a sales pitch to the junkie, I'm like, "This shit good, anything can box" (—Thing could box, bitch)
I just spilled my Hi-Tech, would've been pissed if that was 'Wock ('Wock, nigga)
I be high out my mind, I be on Perc's, I can't even walk (Can't even walk, nigga)
Busy gettin' high with the birds, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk" (I can't talk)
[Bridge]
Bitch, aye, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk"
Busy gettin' high with the birds, I be like, "Text me, I can't talk", bitch
Aye, been pissed if that was 'Wock
I just spilled my tech, I would've been pissed if that was 'Wock

[Chorus]
He lookin' for problems, bitch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (I'm lookin' for opps to smoke, ugh)
Bitch, I'm two deep in that four door, and it's smoke to go (And it's smoke to go)
Broke-ass opp in a Motel, shoot up the rooms to go (Shoot up the rooms to go, bitch)
Fuck that bitch on a King bed, this bitch said she got it from Rooms To Go (She got it from Rooms To Go)
Slide through the Murda and do a hit, bitch, on Rufe Snow (Bitch, on Rufe Snow)
I can get that boy knocked off, just gotta call Cujo (Gotta call Cujo dumbass)
Pockets so fat, like damn, like them bitches Sumo (Them bitches Sumo, nigga)
He lookin' for problems, bitch, I'm lookin' for opps to smoke (Opps to smoke)