WALK IT OUT!

[Intro] Hahaha Rev up those fryers 'Cause I am sure hungry for one- Help! Help! My leg! It's ya boy Roy! [Verse] Ayy, pull up in the coupe, let it drop, top go missin' (Ayy) Ain't worried 'bout a bitch, I'm only worry 'bout them digits I been getting to the money, you know I'm about my business I don't care if you don't like me, I ain't really tryna fit in I'm a big boy, big boss, stand out (Yeah) Hit the dancefloor, watch me go and walk it out (Ayy) Shawty say she love me, I know she just want some clout Midwest but the flow sound like it from the South God damn, I don't got a plan (Ayy) Hear 'em talking shit but I don't really give a damn (Nah) I been goin' up, I swear I'm feelin' like the man (Ooh) I been goin' up and I don't think I'll ever land Big bands on me, fuck about a ho (What?) Always bounce back, you won't ever see me fold (Nah) I been grindin' for a minute but I kept it on the low Now I'm 'bout to pop off, I think that I'm 'bout to blow Oh no, what you even mean? (Huh?) Hatin' on the boy, god damn, you a fiend (You a fiend) Fiendin' for attention but you ain't gonna get none Five star plate and I like my steak well done Bitch, you know I'm cookin' up, got 'em shooken up They was lookin' down on me, now they lookin' up Gettin' to a bag, what you think, I'ma run it up If I'm on the dancefloor you know I'ma fuck it up Ayy, had to go and hit 'em with the moves real quick (Ooh) Brand new kicks and they match with the fit (Ooh) Oh shit, I'm lit, I think I just made a hit (Yeah) They ain't really see it coming 'cause I did it so quick Skater boy, bitch, I feel like Eric Koston (What?) I'm so fly, feel like I'm up in the cockpit (What?) Got no time on my grind, I ain't stoppin' (What?) Bitches on my dick 'cause they know the boy poppin' (Aha) Whoa, hold up, drop it down, get low Always- always on the move but you know I tiptoe (Tiptoe) Always up to something but I keep it on the low Got too much sauce like I work at Domino's Y'all cheesy, bitch, I got the keys like Stevie Pink like watermelon, green like a kiwi I gotta get it done, feelin' like a Meeseeks They was hatin' on me, now they wishin' they could be me [Outro] It's ya boy Roy!