Walk Down Lyrics

That pussy got grip that pussy got teeth creep in yo house with a big .223

Said Cstat TX we stay wit da beef

Live Long A fuck what you say you say dissin on Ant get you put in a grave

Big A block shi bitch you know we don't play

Hop out the whip walk em down broad day

If he keep talking get shot in da face

Girl got a kid imma kill him at birth

My pistol be dirty like it came from the Earth

Goofy ahhh boy get put on a shirt

These crakas be bitches imma knock off their skirt

See a bitch boy n I'm taking his life n his purse

.762s they really gon hurt

He thinkin he hot get put on a hoodie

Pussy ass boy spilt his guts like a smoothie

If he bout that life get em shot like a movie

I'm up in this pipe walk him down with the toolie

Thinkin I'm cappin boy I ain a rookie

When I slide on your block I'm creeping I'm looking

You really jus rapping but can't make music

Got that tool in your hand but ain see you use it

You got one life do you really wanna lose it cuz beefin wit me I'll be quick to remove it

Bih like a door everyone knocking her

Can't touch a hoe if people be flaking her

Creep on his block Yk we stalking him

.762s they really gon drop em

I catch a op and we got em

Creep on his block n we slaughtered

Fuck on yo hoe n I fuck on yo daughter

Beating that pussy it's wet like tha water

Craka be talking but jus want clout run up on yo ass put that Glock in his mouth

Keep talking that shit imma knock yo ahh out

Running up money I'm finna be famous

Hop out the car with this tool I'm dangerous

I've been here before n I'll do it again fuck on your hoe on her friends

Whipping it up in da kitchen

If he keep dissin imma leave his ass missin

Call up my partner we go on a mission

Creep thru his house and we stalking .762 gon leave his ahh sobbin

He kept on talking so body kept dropping

My Glock is a faggot it gotta dick n it's still gonna blow

Hop out the whip wet em let 'em know

.762 n it's aimed at your nose

Me n my crakas we taking yo soul and yo life

.762 put em out like a light

N these .223s aim at a dyke

Stay with tha gang n I stay with the crooks back in the day use to play on the Nook

V readers n books now I got money n you crakas shook

Doing the race I can't get booked

Det pussy ain good don't come to my hood

Smoking on gas 35 in my wood

My pistol be dirty like Reggie

Hop on the lake do a drive by on jet skis

Packing two deep you can't check me

But if he keep snakin gon pop em like bacon these

Choppas they shaking imma get erasin hop out the whip walk down get to pacin