Walking Dead Lyrics - Famous Dex

[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex] 

Walking through the trenches 

Money in my britches 

30 in my pocket 

Hollows in this rocket 

Smokin' till I'm weezin' 

Ball out every season 

Count more than my teachers 

100k for features 

6k for my finger 

My pockets never empty 

Lil boy, don't come near me 

Shooters, they crazy, doin' hits out the Bentley 

Sippin' none' but wop 

Dope in my sock 

Write your name on the Glock 

We kick in your door, never talk to the cops 

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[Verse 1: Warhol.ss] 

These niggas phony and fake 

That boy gon' talk to the jakes 

Eat all my shrimp with the steak 

Take all his food off his plate 

These niggas don't know the plot 

Pull up and pop out his top 

Blowin' this dope out the roof 

Run up with slide and finish the lot 

[Verse 2: Famous Dex & Warhol.ss] 

That lil' boy don't want war 

Tell me what all is his fuss about 

Them boys just snatched his chain 

Caught the man lackin' in the parking lot 

40 on me it go boom 

I fuck his bitch in a room 

Maserati it go zoom 

Born in the Chi, boy, I came from the zoo 

They knew we came from the zoo 

30 shot on me, I aim it at you 

Smokin' on glue 

My bitch from Peru 

Lackin', end up on the news 

Hit that boy with the tool 

Diamonds on me feelin' cool 

Hundred bitches in the pool 

Hundred bitches in the pool 

They sniffin' that coke, man they thinkin' it's cool 

They get so high, like the moon 

Pickin' it up, I'm so rude 

Twenty-five for some jewels 

Bankroll my pocket, Margiela my shoes 

I know this boy wanna be me 

Diamonds so cold, I got AC, yeah 

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[Hook: Warhol.ss & Famous Dex] 

Walking through the trenches 

Money in my britches 

30 in my pocket 

Hollows in this rocket 

Smokin' till I'm weezin' 

Ball out every season 

Count more than my teachers 

100k for features 

6k for my finger 

My pockets never empty 

Lil boy, don't come near me 

Shooters, they crazy, doin' hits out the Bentley 

Sippin' none' but wop 

Dope in my sock 

Write your name on the Glock 

We kick in your door, never talk to the cops