Jeezy - Walked In lyrics

rate me

Ft. Bankroll Fresh, Boochie, Travis Porter

(Intro)

The otha guys, Dj Teflon and Dj Ace

(Hook)

Lookin' like a trapper when I walked in the buildin'

That mean I got sumethin' expensive

Know my friends, they’re killing

All these hoes I’m killing

Nigga came from dope dealin'

Dirt bike, four wheeling (woo)

Come up in the street I’m peelin' (x2)

(Verse)

And I might just lose the ceiling

And I’m tryna grind up on a million

And I might kill it if feel it

Hell yeah! Ya damn right I kill it if she give it

Matt got extension, take it and we flip it

Take it and remix it, bring it back

Sixteen Curry on them hoes, bank to big

Need pockets like Girbaud, hol' up, wait!

Know exactly how it goes! It's Gucci!

(Verse 2)

No, bet ya can’t do it like this

Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists

Me and Joblow gon’ scheme on yo bitch

Add it to me nigga, get money out the six

Scream my name, got a hundred in the six

I ain’t no gas, I’m a juug this mid

Pint comin' in, I’m a lean like this

I ain't hit hard, like shawty ya lit

Fuck all these rappers, my trap look like casper

Came in like this, turnin' up on ya bastards

After I smash, little nigga, can have her

Fuck from the front, then I’m turnin' her backwards

Ask all those strippers, I stay with that cash

I’m in a dipper I’m movin' them bags

Play with that money, we put on a man

Know no limit, we busting yo ass

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

I walked in! Throwin' to the ceilin'

Lookin' like a muthafuckin' milli

Lookin' like a muthafuckin' Gotti

Stop flexin' bitch, ya ain't really popping

Get bottle waters, all the bottle water's poppin'

Ace and Spade poppin'

Rosé popping, bitch we popping

Ya ain’t really jocking

Ya'll niggas flexin', ya'll ain’t got it

(Verse 4)

I got two bitches, they’re gettingg wild

These bitches want to do doggie style

I got one Black and I got one Chinese

She be talkin' to me she say, 'kung pow'

I fucked it up, I just made a pound

Smoking this shit up, I made a cloud

Just fucked it up at the after hour

Four fours too yeah it can’t wait to growl

Bitch yo ass ugly, and yo ass musty

So free bitch, here go a bar of dial

Stinkin' ass breath, smell like black & mild

I’m fresh as hell, Bitch wipe me down

(Hook)

(Verse 5)

All of these hoes be starin'

All of my shit exclusive

She wants me, because I’m cooler

Lookin' like a god damn jeweler

Might fly to Bermuda

Thank God, A nigga rich, hallelujah

I feel high, and I barely even knew her

I fucked her, now that bitch Luda

Wild in the bed, lookin' like Frank Lucas

Me and my god damn shooters

Carbon got a god damn cooler

Clip like a god damn ruler

These bitches faded, be actin' funny

All that she wants is a bag of money

Get her on molly she be actin’ slutty

Hit from the back, and she ain’t a buddy

(Hook)