Walk That
Yeah
Livid
Uh
L-I-V-I-D, Livid, yeah
Admit that shit, you need me
I win, that's it, too easy
That spit, yeah bitch, you see me
That grit, hat trick, Houdini
I come and get it, send a message and swing back
I'm over the edge and I deliver on impact
I'm always expressive, I accept it, that's big facts
I'm over aggressive, when I'm hitting so get back
Verbal assault, a murderer in the flesh
Only way it gets solved is a bullet straight through the head
Or a wooden stake through the chest
I'm making 'em miss
Stomach empty, I'm hungry, my plate's full again
I'm like Hussein and Laden
Too vein, obnoxious
Out my mind enough just pull rank and mock em
Bruce Wayne to Gotham
Soufflé to chocolate
I'm to my town like O'Shea to Compton
Yeah bitch, you're okay, I'm awesome
Lil hoe you're all fake, imposter
No more games I'm off 'em
More flames at concerts
Treat the crowd like I'm Poirier and rock 'em
How do I do it? Aye, I guess talent
Bitch I'm cold as the ALS Challenge
Pave my way out it
Hall of fame ballet
Hold my fucking nuts, damn straight, I'm bout it
Send 'em back to the chopping block
Bitch I'm not falling off
Choking my fucking self
Salivating with gravitas
I'm making your body rock
You're faker than comic-con
Sending you straight to Hell
I'm taking on all of ya
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Gimme all of it
I'll demolish it
Talk your shit, I take it like a compliment
I don't make that trashy new PC music
I make action movie scene music
You come asking dude just please do it
Out rapped you on your shit, you're ass and we knew it
Still ain't put it out
Said days, it's months now
I spazzed on that shit and you laid the fuck down dawg
I guess I'm insulting but I don't use manners
I think I'm evolving, in a huge manner
I think we can solve it, don't matter who stand there
Bitch I'm hulking hard like Bruce Banner
Cold with this shit
Go so ballistic
I'm ready for this shit
I'm soaking in it
Steady in this bitch, I'm focused again
The giant woke up, I'm hoping it did (aye)
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
I doubled back and I'm all in
I'm on attack and my squadron's
Right on your ass, I paused it
We shoot right past, like Aldrin
Bitch I'm hungry, shit, I ain't fed right
But I come for this cuz my head right
You put 'em to sleep and shit, like bedtime
But bitch I'm it, like the deadlights
This is all I know, this is all I am
Every word I wrote, come from my hand
See through you, like a hologram (tell 'em)
Be big news, like a sonogram
Admit that shit, you need me
I win, that's it, too easy
That spit, yeah bitch, you see me
That grit, hat trick, Houdini
Livid
Uh
L-I-V-I-D, Livid, yeah
Admit that shit, you need me
I win, that's it, too easy
That spit, yeah bitch, you see me
That grit, hat trick, Houdini
I come and get it, send a message and swing back
I'm over the edge and I deliver on impact
I'm always expressive, I accept it, that's big facts
I'm over aggressive, when I'm hitting so get back
Verbal assault, a murderer in the flesh
Only way it gets solved is a bullet straight through the head
Or a wooden stake through the chest
I'm making 'em miss
Stomach empty, I'm hungry, my plate's full again
I'm like Hussein and Laden
Too vein, obnoxious
Out my mind enough just pull rank and mock em
Bruce Wayne to Gotham
Soufflé to chocolate
I'm to my town like O'Shea to Compton
Yeah bitch, you're okay, I'm awesome
Lil hoe you're all fake, imposter
No more games I'm off 'em
More flames at concerts
Treat the crowd like I'm Poirier and rock 'em
How do I do it? Aye, I guess talent
Bitch I'm cold as the ALS Challenge
Pave my way out it
Hall of fame ballet
Hold my fucking nuts, damn straight, I'm bout it
Send 'em back to the chopping block
Bitch I'm not falling off
Choking my fucking self
Salivating with gravitas
I'm making your body rock
You're faker than comic-con
Sending you straight to Hell
I'm taking on all of ya
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Gimme all of it
I'll demolish it
Talk your shit, I take it like a compliment
I don't make that trashy new PC music
I make action movie scene music
You come asking dude just please do it
Out rapped you on your shit, you're ass and we knew it
Still ain't put it out
Said days, it's months now
I spazzed on that shit and you laid the fuck down dawg
I guess I'm insulting but I don't use manners
I think I'm evolving, in a huge manner
I think we can solve it, don't matter who stand there
Bitch I'm hulking hard like Bruce Banner
Cold with this shit
Go so ballistic
I'm ready for this shit
I'm soaking in it
Steady in this bitch, I'm focused again
The giant woke up, I'm hoping it did (aye)
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
Do this shit alone, I promise I walk that
Just give me some hope and I'm ready for combat
Talk through your phone but it don't matter, it's all cap
Just gimme the smoke, come on gimme all that
I doubled back and I'm all in
I'm on attack and my squadron's
Right on your ass, I paused it
We shoot right past, like Aldrin
Bitch I'm hungry, shit, I ain't fed right
But I come for this cuz my head right
You put 'em to sleep and shit, like bedtime
But bitch I'm it, like the deadlights
This is all I know, this is all I am
Every word I wrote, come from my hand
See through you, like a hologram (tell 'em)
Be big news, like a sonogram
Admit that shit, you need me
I win, that's it, too easy
That spit, yeah bitch, you see me
That grit, hat trick, Houdini
Credits
Writer(s): Brock Simpson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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