Walkdowns
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He gon' get his ass robbed I heard he got the jacks in
Fuck the front door bitch we comin' through the backend
Since you gon' walk me down, strap your nuts and let it fap then
I'm finna sign a deal, get on the map since I can rap them
Come on
Hangin' out the track, I let the Drac spit
That ain't no cough syrup that shit fake boy that's straight hit
I'ma send him with the K, but I got Glock and it's a fully switch
I'ma take a nigga chain, he tryna diss like I'm to play with
Real nigga, I ain't never need a bitch
I'ma get the whole advance and I'ma flip that lil' shit
I been touched a hundred bands, now I need a mill ticket
Turn the flash on the Glock and take a nigga real flick
A band on my feet, it's foreign when I walk
Told the bitch just suck my dick, it's boring when she talk
Leave a nigga dead in the street, they had to get the chalk
This a track fresh off the floor room this ain't no lease it's bought
Took a Glock, he ain't gettin' this bitch back
Smack a glitch on this bitch, now it's a fully automatic
Yo bitch she a lil' freak she tryna fuck me cause I'm rappin'
Nigga, you ain't get up on me why you lyin', all that cappin'
Get the drop, we gon' run in, we gon' take shit
Spin that block, hangin' out the strike, I let the Drac hit
Get up on him, Dump the whole clip all in his face, bitch
Man, I'm finna do him bold, he in a scat, yeah, let's race shit
If you ain't tryna make no pape then you don't want shit
You don't really want no smoke, so stop talkin' like you on tip
Baby choppa this bitch come from Russia I'ma blow this
Fast whip 200 on the dash I'm finna float this
When we slide, we leave him dead, we ain't come to play
Stuff the ARP with 223 and let em' hit his face
I be trippin' fuck around and spilled lean on my bape
Get off my phone wasting time if you ain't tryna make no pape
Niggas broke, they tryna beef but can't buy shit
I don't need rims, I do the dash when I drive shit
Good aim bitch we hittin' everything when we slide, bitch
Catch em' out, then we make the nigga crash, he can't drive
Bitch
He gon' get his ass robbed I heard he got the jacks in
Fuck the front door bitch we comin' through the backend
Since you gon' walk me down, strap your nuts and let it fap then
I'm finna sign a deal, get on the map since I can rap them
Come on
Hangin' out the track, I let the Drac spit
That ain't no cough syrup that shit fake boy that's straight hit
I'ma send him with the K, but I got Glock and it's a fully switch
I'ma take a nigga chain, he tryna diss like I'm to play with
Real nigga, I ain't never need a bitch
I'ma get the whole advance and I'ma flip that lil' shit
I been touched a hundred bands, now I need a mill ticket
Turn the flash on the Glock and take a nigga real flick
A band on my feet, it's foreign when I walk
Told the bitch just suck my dick, it's boring when she talk
Leave a nigga dead in the street, they had to get the chalk
This a track fresh off the floor room this ain't no lease it's bought
Took a Glock, he ain't gettin' this bitch back
Smack a glitch on this bitch, now it's a fully automatic
Yo bitch she a lil' freak she tryna fuck me cause I'm rappin'
Nigga, you ain't get up on me why you lyin', all that cappin'
Get the drop, we gon' run in, we gon' take shit
Spin that block, hangin' out the strike, I let the Drac hit
Get up on him, Dump the whole clip all in his face, bitch
Man, I'm finna do him bold, he in a scat, yeah, let's race shit
If you ain't tryna make no pape then you don't want shit
You don't really want no smoke, so stop talkin' like you on tip
Baby choppa this bitch come from Russia I'ma blow this
Fast whip 200 on the dash I'm finna float this
When we slide, we leave him dead, we ain't come to play
Stuff the ARP with 223 and let em' hit his face
I be trippin' fuck around and spilled lean on my bape
Get off my phone wasting time if you ain't tryna make no pape
Niggas broke, they tryna beef but can't buy shit
I don't need rims, I do the dash when I drive shit
Good aim bitch we hittin' everything when we slide, bitch
Catch em' out, then we make the nigga crash, he can't drive
Bitch
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Writer(s): 23 Roddd
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