Walkdown

Hold up, Kada, you recordin' this? Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick You better blow with your life when that day come Choppers on choppers, come take one Bitch, I'm a lock to come shake sum'n Keem been a lock, bitch that's one of my day ones Clip so long that I go off with the shit Bitch so thick, let her hold on the hip Boy these chops so big that I walk with a limp Ayy, huh, look, huh Snipin' shit up, boy, they think that I'm pimpin' 3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen We argue, we fight, suck me up when I'm finished Hold on, ayy, look I, I run it up, baggin' up all the breesh Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill Bitch, I don't need a beam Hol' on, huh, look, huh Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased Don't do no talkin', we catch him, white chalk in the scene (wait) Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound Huh, look, huh Run up if you want, niggas know how we get down He wanna get up, got hit, watch him lay down Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound I was down bad on my ass with like six straps You was not there, don't forget that Chopper break his ass in half like a Kit Kat Bitch, we got smoke like a kickback Stock on the kit has no kickback Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at Talking that tough shit, but what is you gettin' at Cuffin' that thot-thot, ooh, you kiss that bitch on the lips Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick Deep strokes, send her home, she on live with the shit Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this bitch All crane came attached, built inside of this bitch Monster, East Atlanta Look at my gun, came with a beam (yeah, fuck you mean? Yessir) Look at my gun, just killed a ting (ooh, Latto, okay) Too many bullets come out the bitch (brr) Drop, drop a clip, pop another quick (yeah) Tryna hit a headshot quick (baow, baow, baow) Glock on me, bitch, it won't jam (yeah) Got one in the head, ready to blam (yeah) Hand on hand, I'ma hit you don't point Broke nigga, why you carryin' a Hotpoint? (Damn) Get you a 26, I remember I was 26 Always stay with a strap on my hip (yeah) Act crazy, chop screw with some shit (screw with some shit) My DJ carry him a glick Security, he got him a stick That one of my homie, shotta, he legit Why you try to tell me, goin' in your shit He like the ice on my wrist (on my wrist) She like the ice on my wrist (your bitch) He wanna rob for it (you robbin'?) She wanna cuss on my dick (oh, yeah) After I catch this body I'm back in this pussy, finna kill this bitch Back to back fully auto in your bitch I ain't with the cuddle, come suck my dick I be huggin', I be cuddled with sticks Lotta money, and some bricks (and some bricks) Shit'll turn you to lick (to a licky) They ain't never seen this shit (never) 40s and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest I got 40s and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Clip so long bitch, it hang out the glick Big chop walk down, don't hang out the whip Got money on my mind, don't think 'bout a bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick