Walk Em

Ooh, Tash (Drench) You n- know what the f- going on Grrah Stoop, go stupid (Ayy, AR) I do not— I do not— (Soldado) Uh, I do not rap, but I really get busy Ain't it funny how n- forget (How to forget) S- I did, n- make me regret I don't tolerate, no disrespect Pay your homage, I come to collect Used to lack dollars, but never no knowledge I used what I knew and I made it correct Not really into the mess Nowadays, every little thing 'bout a check N- do everything for the love and the clout And the money, it's sad what it's coming to And I might be your fave and you bummy, but this rapper ain't no one to run into Bullets fast n-, where is your runnin' to? Stop drillin', I swear I be wantin' to Stop hurtin', I swear I be wantin' to I ain't playin', I swear I be wantin' you It's really me against me and it feel like I'm losin' this battle, still And I'm comin' in late 'Cause I'm way too deep in that battlefield (Grrah) You can hear all the pain in my music Finally found me a way, I could use it Do you love me? Or you tryin' to use me? Swear the devil be tryin' confuse me Pull up and drench, we don't do no talkin' Might tell Vito to walk 'em You already know G Beans gon' chalk 'em or I'll tell Bdot hawk 'em King Drench still sendin' 'em shots Got more money than all of my opps (I ain't gon' lie, this s- gas) Breezy and Boomer, we smoke 'em alot B-, you know I ain't stressin' you Only attachment I got is extendable If they tryna kill me, why is they sendin' you? (You p-) You should get switches, they recommendable Never run out of ammo, bullets is plentiful She wanna get next to me, I'm not accessible But if I do, I won't be the one that's gon' rescue you Them n- gon' pull up they're skeptical 'cause them n- know I won't be the one, that's gon' wrestle you Them hollows gon' hit you and whoever next to you He was brolic, but they made him flexible Too much switches, they ain't preventable Get your wife, she all on my genitals Pull up and drench, we don't do no talkin' Might tell Vito to walk 'em You already know G Beans gon' chalk 'em or I'll tell Bdot hawk 'em King Drench still sendin' 'em shots Got more money than all of my opps (I ain't gon' lie, this s- gas) Breezy and Boomer, we smoke 'em a lot