Walk Down (feat. Sheff G & Young Nudy)

Hold up, Kada, you recordin' this?

Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
You better blow with your life when that day come
Choppers on choppers, come take one
Bitch, I'm a lock to come shake sum'n
Keem been a lock, bitch that's one of my day ones

Clip so long that I go off with the shit
Bitch so thick, let her hold on the hip
Boy these chops so big that I walk with a limp
Ayy, huh, look, huh
Snipin' shit up, boy, they think that I'm pimpin'
3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen
We argue, we fight, suck me up when I'm finished

Hold on, ayy, look
I, I run it up, baggin' up all the breesh
Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill
Bitch, I don't need a beam
Hol' on, huh, look, huh
Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased
Don't do no talkin', we catch him, white chalk in the scene (wait)

Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down
He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
Huh, look, huh
Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down
He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound

I was down bad on my ass with like six straps
You was not there, don't forget that
Chopper break his ass in half like a Kit Kat
Bitch, we got smoke like a kickback
Stock on the kit has no kickback
Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at
Talking that tough shit, but what is you gettin' at
Cuffin' that thot-thot, ooh, you kiss that bitch on the lips

Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick
Deep strokes, send her home, she on live with the shit
Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this bitch
All crane came attached, built inside of this bitch

Monster, East Atlanta
Look at my gun, came with a beam (yeah, fuck you mean? Yessir)
Look at my gun, just killed a ting (ooh, Latto, okay)
Too many bullets come out the bitch (brr)
Drop, drop a clip, pop another quick (yeah)
Tryna hit a headshot quick (baow, baow, baow)

Glock on me, bitch, it won't jam (yeah)
Got one in the head, ready to blam (yeah)
Hand on hand, I'ma hit you don't point
Broke nigga, why you carryin' a Hotpoint? (Damn)
Get you a 26, I remember I was 26

Always stay with a strap on my hip (yeah)
Act crazy, chop screw with some shit (screw with some shit)
My DJ carry him a glick
Security, he got him a stick
That one of my homie, shotta, he legit
Why you try to tell me, goin' in your shit

He like the ice on my wrist (on my wrist)
She like the ice on my wrist (your bitch)
He wanna rob for it (you robbin'?)
She wanna cuss on my dick (oh, yeah)
After I catch this body I'm back in this pussy, finna kill this bitch

Back to back fully auto in your bitch
I ain't with the cuddle, come suck my dick
I be huggin', I be cuddled with sticks
Lotta money, and some bricks (and some bricks)
Shit'll turn you to lick (to a licky)
They ain't never seen this shit (never)

40s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest
I got 40s and carbons
Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage
And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest

Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick

Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch
Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick