Walk Down (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Dough
Let's go, let's go
Ayy
Let's go
Skrrt, ayy
Ayy (blrrrd)
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side, ayy
Pussy, yeah, you chicken, come get fried
We got pressure in these 30s
Come outside and this pressure gettin' applied
I want him gone, he keep fuckin' up my vibe
Yeah, he 12, he all on Live
Actin' tough as hell, he must be out his mind, uh
Big boss Beezo in this bitch, I'm out my body
I'm gettin' rich, I feel like Roddy
Serve the fiends Fentanyl and molly, uh
Told her don't act like you want me, bitch, you want my profit
I could make her think she poppin' when she not, I was just flodgin', uh
Big boss status
Pockets fat as hell, they on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life, he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm built
'Cause you wasn't cut from the same fabric
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side (ayy, yup)
I want 'em to see my face when I walk down, ain't no disguise
We'll still creep on you, I'll make time
Two to the dome, it's for sure he died
I know he finished, don't go check, I got bullets you can't survive
Better enjoy that life you livin', these blue tips eat you alive
Still take hits for the top dollar, remember it just cost a dime
Bad bitch, I make her swallow, now all her captions say "Slime"
He robbed me, tried me like a rapper, bitch, this shit deeper than rhymes
Caught out of bounds and we whack 'em
Ain't no get-back for your guys (nope, nope)
I'm head honcho, my main hitters locked, so I go spin myself
These diamonds dancin', Five-seveN hold up my pants, don't need a belt
It's just me and eight bad bitches, where members at? I need help
I'm puttin' you out after we fuck, she text me back, "That's how you felt?"
I'm banging big So Icey Gang, yeah, this the kind that don't even melt
I got some shit you can't run from, you'll be whacked 'fore you take a step
We walk 'em down with Air Force 1s, hop out on you, shootin' like I'm Steph
My 50 cal too loud, suppressor on it so I won't go deaf
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide (slide, gone)
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side, ayy
Hop out the whip, walk 'em down and get ghost
They like, "Beezy, chill out, you be doin' the most"
One opp down, so you we makin' a toast
A hundred more rounds for whoever was close
I put red in his head, now he look like Lil Boat
And shout out to Yachty, that's bro
Might go hit a lick and fall off in a club with the glick in my coat
Nigga, who want the smoke? Uh
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
He was Neutron, now he gang bang, look how time fly by
I got his OG sittin' there cryin', she like, "God, why?"
I put 13 hollows in his mind just when he thought shit was fine
Let's go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy
Let's go, let's go
Ayy
Let's go
Skrrt, ayy
Ayy (blrrrd)
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side, ayy
Pussy, yeah, you chicken, come get fried
We got pressure in these 30s
Come outside and this pressure gettin' applied
I want him gone, he keep fuckin' up my vibe
Yeah, he 12, he all on Live
Actin' tough as hell, he must be out his mind, uh
Big boss Beezo in this bitch, I'm out my body
I'm gettin' rich, I feel like Roddy
Serve the fiends Fentanyl and molly, uh
Told her don't act like you want me, bitch, you want my profit
I could make her think she poppin' when she not, I was just flodgin', uh
Big boss status
Pockets fat as hell, they on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life, he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm built
'Cause you wasn't cut from the same fabric
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side (ayy, yup)
I want 'em to see my face when I walk down, ain't no disguise
We'll still creep on you, I'll make time
Two to the dome, it's for sure he died
I know he finished, don't go check, I got bullets you can't survive
Better enjoy that life you livin', these blue tips eat you alive
Still take hits for the top dollar, remember it just cost a dime
Bad bitch, I make her swallow, now all her captions say "Slime"
He robbed me, tried me like a rapper, bitch, this shit deeper than rhymes
Caught out of bounds and we whack 'em
Ain't no get-back for your guys (nope, nope)
I'm head honcho, my main hitters locked, so I go spin myself
These diamonds dancin', Five-seveN hold up my pants, don't need a belt
It's just me and eight bad bitches, where members at? I need help
I'm puttin' you out after we fuck, she text me back, "That's how you felt?"
I'm banging big So Icey Gang, yeah, this the kind that don't even melt
I got some shit you can't run from, you'll be whacked 'fore you take a step
We walk 'em down with Air Force 1s, hop out on you, shootin' like I'm Steph
My 50 cal too loud, suppressor on it so I won't go deaf
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by
I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide (slide, gone)
Any nigga diss the guys, they had died
And if not, God on they side, ayy
Hop out the whip, walk 'em down and get ghost
They like, "Beezy, chill out, you be doin' the most"
One opp down, so you we makin' a toast
A hundred more rounds for whoever was close
I put red in his head, now he look like Lil Boat
And shout out to Yachty, that's bro
Might go hit a lick and fall off in a club with the glick in my coat
Nigga, who want the smoke? Uh
Walk down gang, we don't drive-by
He was Neutron, now he gang bang, look how time fly by
I got his OG sittin' there cryin', she like, "God, why?"
I put 13 hollows in his mind just when he thought shit was fine
Let's go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Ayy
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Writer(s): Paul L Jr Williams
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