The Walkdown, Pt. 2 ft. RyGlizzy Lyrics

Ayy, here we go again, bitch it's another walk down

I'm on my 16th zip, I just smoked the whole pound

If you don't wanna get your bitch took, don't bring the hoe round

If you ain't know I was that nigga, bitch, I bet you know now

Outta state trappin', finna set up shop in yo town

Just popped a Percocet and went and fucked the hoe for 4 rounds

After I'm done bitch, you gotta leave, you gotta go now

Bitch, I been him way before I heard of pronouns

Off the don and off the wock, it got me sick or something

She on my line like, where you at? She want some dick or somethin

I turn the semi to a fully when I hit the button

I fucked two bitches in one day, I think these bitches cousins

When I'm done with them bitches, pass them to my brethren

I let off 15 out the Glock, I feel like Boogie Cousins

Till a nigga reach the top, bitch, I'ma keep on juggin

Police ask me what had happened, I'ma keep on shruggin

The judge had asked me what had happened

Plead the fifth, I don't know nothin

Tryna free all of my n****s, bitch, I feel like Harriet Tubman

He thought I sold his ass some drink, but it was karo mixed with tussin

What the fuck, I look like tussling, up the Glock and get the bussing

I can't beat a nigga up with all these bands up in my pocket

I'll heat a nigga up, I feel like T-Mac with the Rockets

And that bitch gon' eat me up, a island bitch, she from the tropics

N****s shootin' air balls, we on the glass like Dennis Rodman

Countin' up a milli', tell me what's a goon to a goblin

And if this rap shit don't work, I'm either trappin' or I'm robbin

Beat the pussy up just like I beat the beat, I got it throbbing

I can tell they fuckin' with the raps the way they head be nodding

I would've grabbed the Glock up out the car if I knew it was gon' be a problem

Movin' slow up off the drank and pourin' lines up out the bottle

Leave a bitch alone today, have a new one by tomorrow

Clase azul, 1942, 150 for the bottle