Track name: WALK
Artist: Playboi Carti
Album: I Am Music
Release Date: March 14, 2025
Genre: Hip-hop / Rap / Trap
Walk Playboi Carti Lyrics
Made a lot of paper, I might just spin up on you, crazy
Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead
I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
All red flag, red flag, nigga, Code Red
You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead
That Seven point Six-Two gon’ leave your motherfuckin’ door red
Shut the door, baby, throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (Brrat)
Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (Bleh)
I might fuck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (Brodie)
I been on ’em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (Bloated)
I just popped an eighth pill, yeah, just to keep me goin’ (Goin’)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)
I just poured the ice cup out and poured some muddy (Pour out, pour)
I just fucked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy
I been rollin’ on ecstasy, I feel it in my money
Uh, niggas can’t even talk to me, my young niggas extorted
Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like Halloween (Haha)
See, this gon’ feel like the end of the world to a lot of you fuck-niggas
To my day one’s, it’s a new beginning
You what that shit mean, right?
Red again
The 5
Out
