Migos Walk it Talk it (feat Drake)

Yeah, yeah (Deko)
Whoa, hold on (OG Parker)
Uh
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (yeah!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (hey!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (ayy!)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it (woo)
Like I talk it (yeah!)
Take my shoes and walk a mile
Something that you can't do (woo, hey!)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves!)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain!)
She just bought a new ass but got the same boobs (same boobs!)
Whipping up dope, scientist (whip it up, whip it up)
(Cook it up, cook it up) (Skrrt-Skrrt!)
That's my sauce, where you find it?
(That's my sauce) (Look it up, look it up, find it)
Adding up checks, no minus
(Add it up, add it up, add it up, add it up, yeah)
Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I bought a 'Plain Jane' Rollie
These niggas bought they fame (woo!)
I think my back got scoliosis 'cause I swerve the lane (skrrt!)
Heard you signed your life, for that brand new chain (I heard)
Think it came with stripes, but you ain't straight with the gang (Gang, gang!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (woo!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (let's go)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (woop!)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey!)
Walk it, like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it, like I talk it (yeah!)
Walk it, like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it
Ayy! I gotta stay in my zone
Say that we been beefing, dog
But you on your own
First night, she gon' let me fuck 'cause we grown
I hit her, gave her back
To the city, she home (she at home now!)
That was that
So I can't be beefing with no wack nigga, got no backbone
Heard you living in a mansion in all your raps though
But your shit look like the trap on this Google Maps, though
We been brothers since Versace bando, whoa
Name ringing like a Migo trap phone, whoa
Used to be with Vashtie at Santo's
That's on Tommy Campos
We live like 'Sopranos'
And I