Walk Down

(What the fuck I'ma play for)
(I don't do no playing)

G Lock a hit walk 'em down in the middle of nowhere I ain't even tripping on that
Draco shoot it'll spit and I won't care, I ain't popping shit nigga what? Don't get hit in the back
Used to post on the block with a gun and some ones, Now I be on the slab with a strap and a rack
If my nigga took some, then it's gone or we sold, either way boy you know you can't get the shit back
Got me feeling like Bloc with this chain it don't spin, I'll spin on yo block it ain't nun to attack
Pockets full of the gwop I couldn't pay for a snack, see a snack then I gotta go strike from the back
Free my partner he locked, RIP to the uncle I lost that shit hurt me, can't get into that
Steady dodging the Narcs I ain't serving I'm purging the block, if he play I'ma get his shit whacked
(Bow)
Still banging and slanging don't care what you bout
Nigga try me in here, we gone Curry the strap
It was hot in the building we aired that bitch out
Chasing a check I'm dump for the gaffle
I switch it and pitch it to brodie
Not on the beat, on a bitch think she owe me
Gway Luwayne with the shot, you don't know me
24 grams I just sold it for Kobe
23 going ham, fuck it call 'em Ginobli
I rock a man before a rock hit my nose, and I aint gotta see if you real nigga show me
I'm posted up showing love by the store, they was stuck on the game we was sliding for 4 weeks
Told her chill out you can't say that you know me
(Nope)
Just say you a fan
Facing blunts we gone park in the van
Chain money was part of the plan
I ain't have it, I caught an advance
Double up I'ma ball with them bands
Keep a drum I ain't part of no band
Sticks in the whip if you seen what I'm saying, you'll think it's a dream but it's not I ain't playing
7.62 with a Glock in my hand
Hop in the shower just hopped out the box
These niggas be hating, I hopped out with the shot
Post up like a sign, we gone serve out the spot
They whip in the kitchen, get served out the pot
See me what the money now she want a knot
Keep asking for shit had to tell her to stop
JayMu got the AR it came with a stock
Post up in the hills but I came from the block
They playing
I stay with the chopper you know I'ma have it
That boy talking shit I put him in a casket
A gangsta lil nigga I'm just like my daddy
I stay with a glocky it came with attachments
I can't cuff that bitch cuz I think she too ratchet
I'm serving and swerving, you know I ain't crashing
Bow-tie and slacks yeah he drip in the fashion

(Thuggin' for real, buggin' for real)
(If you buck we gone kill)