Jcabz I love the Private Club I didn’t invite you this time, Maks Make it last, promise we gon’ make it last For twenty-four hours
I’m livin’ out my life, I need more victories I got the baddest bitch and now it’s history Remember when I was down and I thought it’s through Now I can’t stay in no crib if it ain’t got no view Wrong with you? I’m real as they come, this ain’t no industry I pray Neffy come home and he don’t be in the streets Your dog got killed, the opp hood got ten points When you boys spin back, the whole hood gon’ feel that, psh Feel that, when you spin back, hood gon’ feel that They gon’ feel that
You know, I just really make Steppin’ shit, shit you can step to, shit you gon’ walk to Shit you gon’ hop in that 550 Young nigga gonna be sayin’ “Cut that shit all the way up” Shit that your bitch gon’ sing along to Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take a lot to understand, I’m like a genius, yeah Walk on everything, feel like I’m the cleanest, yeah Michael Jackson pictures on the high ceilin’ Big crib, twenty miles from Cucamonga If we count it up, then we should count it fast Lamborghini Urus, ridin’ with my mask If she look me in my eyes, then we gon’ make it last He asked me for a picture, told him make it fast Make it fast He asked me for a picture, told him make it fast He asked me for a picture, told him make it fast (He asked me for a picture, told him make it fast) Lamborghini Urus, ridin’ with my mask (Ridin’ with my mask) If you look me in my eyes, then we gon’ make it last
Real Walker EP Continue to step on this shit Private Club Records, 2021 already, ha Make it last, promise we gon’ make it last For twenty-four hours