Walk In With Me Lyrics - Gucci Mane

If you smokin Reggie Bush, then you cannot smoke with me 

If you wear Fila products, then you cant walk in with me 

If you aint stuffin up a blunt, then yall niggas cant smoke with me 

If you wear fake gold, then you cant walk in with me 

Cant walk in with me, yall boys cant walk in with me 

Cant walk in with me, girl you cant walk in with me 

Cant walk in with me, boy you cant walk in with me 

Nah, walk off enemy, girl you cant walk in with Guwop 

(Gucci Mane ) 

Stop, stop, stop right there 

Bitch you know you cannot go 

Now, now, do your hair 

Do your hair you dirty hoe 

Nah, nah, walk with me nigga 

Swappin nigga cant walk with me 

Nah, nah, Im big Guwop 

Talk that nigga Im off that nigga 

Shop with a nigga, come shop with a nigga 

Bout to go to the mall and shop for her 

Louie bag I bag the road, gotta pull in a guil bars for her 

My girlfriend so crazy bad, gotta renta cop fo her 

I dont roll with police man, Im gonn buy a glock for her 

Im getting super head, some crazy head 

Whats crazy, Im on top of her 

Got 6s on my droppin phantom, out the window opera 

I got cake like oprah, cookin dope like oakara 

Dont call your girl for 30 minutes, i left nut all over her 

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(Gucci Mane ) 

(Quavo ) 

Young Quavo i got on them pradas, but I am 1017 

You smokin on your uncle pack hell nah you cannot smoke with me 

You walk around with levis on but I got on them robin jeans 

My niggas walk around with bones but nah this aint no busy bees 

You niggas aint makin no noise 

Walk straight in the club my boys 

Got niggas that will hit you like floyd 

Got 100 rounds in a choppa toy 

I got a rollie on not mike kors 

Theres 100 bricks, check the scoreboard 

Throwing bricks like I hit the back-board 

You got the swag bag get the rap for 

Nah you cant walk in with me 

With those levis on and them ashy jeans 

Dont even pass no blunt to me 

Im a big dog nigga you a runt to me 

Me and Gucci smokin gas, at a round table counting cash 

Chop it up by the whole bag 

Selling white girl with no ass 

(Gucci Mane ) 

(Takeoff ) 

No you cant walk thru with me, hell nah 

you not bricksquad 1017 

thigh pads on my robin jeans 

Versace, medusa my ring 

Im clean, just like Mr. Clean, you a peon nigga, your a shrimp 

pistol bag and Im walking with a limp 

drop the top in my lamb i got a tint 

Errybody wanna be a trap god, 

But aint plugged in with the trap god 

Trap god, he blessed me, so erryday i wake i gotta thank god 

Diamonds all in my dog tags, thats a hundrred bands in that louie bag, and a hundred birds in that jag 

got the goons outside, black masks 

lil boy got robbed for the cash 

Pass a blunt like my name steve nash. 

when i shop and im checkin for the tag 

put a bird on your head thats a price tag 

yall young niggas never did that (never ever) 

never ever ever copped the jag 

1017 bricksquad flags 

i sell up the dro he bring me the bags