Walk Down (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Dough Let's go, let's go Ayy Let's go Skrrt, ayy Ayy (blrrrd) Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side, ayy Pussy, yeah, you chicken, come get fried We got pressure in these 30s Come outside and this pressure gettin' applied I want him gone, he keep fuckin' up my vibe Yeah, he 12, he all on Live Actin' tough as hell, he must be out his mind, uh Big boss Beezo in this bitch, I'm out my body I'm gettin' rich, I feel like Roddy Serve the fiends Fentanyl and molly, uh Told her don't act like you want me, bitch, you want my profit I could make her think she poppin' when she not, I was just flodgin', uh Big boss status Pockets fat as hell, they on ol' Rick Ross status Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh Niggas hard online, but in real life, he made of plastic You ain't built the way I'm built 'Cause you wasn't cut from the same fabric Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side (ayy, yup) I want 'em to see my face when I walk down, ain't no disguise We'll still creep on you, I'll make time Two to the dome, it's for sure he died I know he finished, don't go check, I got bullets you can't survive Better enjoy that life you livin', these blue tips eat you alive Still take hits for the top dollar, remember it just cost a dime Bad bitch, I make her swallow, now all her captions say "Slime" He robbed me, tried me like a rapper, bitch, this shit deeper than rhymes Caught out of bounds and we whack 'em Ain't no get-back for your guys (nope, nope) I'm head honcho, my main hitters locked, so I go spin myself These diamonds dancin', Five-seveN hold up my pants, don't need a belt It's just me and eight bad bitches, where members at? I need help I'm puttin' you out after we fuck, she text me back, "That's how you felt?" I'm banging big So Icey Gang, yeah, this the kind that don't even melt I got some shit you can't run from, you'll be whacked 'fore you take a step We walk 'em down with Air Force 1s, hop out on you, shootin' like I'm Steph My 50 cal too loud, suppressor on it so I won't go deaf Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide (slide, gone) Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side, ayy Hop out the whip, walk 'em down and get ghost They like, "Beezy, chill out, you be doin' the most" One opp down, so you we makin' a toast A hundred more rounds for whoever was close I put red in his head, now he look like Lil Boat And shout out to Yachty, that's bro Might go hit a lick and fall off in a club with the glick in my coat Nigga, who want the smoke? Uh Walk down gang, we don't drive-by He was Neutron, now he gang bang, look how time fly by I got his OG sittin' there cryin', she like, "God, why?" I put 13 hollows in his mind just when he thought shit was fine Let's go Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy