(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)

Streets get off, throw a triple cross, show a **** he ain't 'bout shit

Lil' one gettin' off, bet he walk you off, he gon' shoot 'til his fire click

That's a couple thousand, I just fuck it off, put some racks on an outfit

Bullet through his head, knockin' off his dreads, green tip took his scalp peel (Uh, walk down)

Binary trigger, tap and kill

Gettin' higher than a hill in Beverly Hills

Won't buy your drank, don't know if it's real

Go in the field, no cleats on, get the 'bows, touchin' down to the crib

This ain't no Netflix and chill, bitch can't take pics in my crib

A **** can't owe me for nothin'

Make a demonstration, hit that button

Bust down my wrist, bust down my neck, they owe me somethin'

Every day I pop my shit for all them throwback Thursdays when I ain't have nothin'

Bro memory leave you sick to your stomach

Can't stand a broke bitch, make me sick, make me vomit

**** dissin' JD, bet I walk down with gun on me

For my baby crumbs, **** turn up for nothin'

Respect the game 'cause it made me a monster

I jumped out the street, got my stripes, and I conquered

Me and 30 two deep in the striker, we huntin'

Pull a Moneybagg Yo, now I'm up all the sudden

He got caught with his fire, he ain't up with his gun

I can't go out like shh, I'm the biggest, lil' homie

Streets get off, throw a triple cross, show a **** he ain't 'bout shit

Lil' one gettin' off, bet he walk you off, he gon' shoot 'til his fire click

That's a couple thousand, I just fuck it off, put some racks on an outfit

Bullet through his head, knockin' off his dreads, green tip took his scalp peel (Know I put that shit on, ho, ****)

Binary trigger, tap and kill

Gettin' higher than a hill in Beverly Hills

Won't buy your drank, don't know if it's real

Go in the field, no cleats on, get the 'bows, touchin' down to the crib

This ain't no Netflix and chill, bitch can't take pics in my crib

****, this not a fire drill

Know Walk merch, this the real thing

Ain't thinkin' 'bout buyin' no wedding ring, if I fuck, I'll buy her Celine

Young **** keep a mask on, ain't no tellin' what he seen

Turnt to a young rich **** from a bad boy, no P. Diddy, no Vaseline

Streets get off, throw a triple cross, show a **** he ain't 'bout shit

Lil' one gettin' off, bet he walk you off, he gon' shoot 'til his fire click

That's a couple thousand, I just fuck it off, put some racks on an outfit

Bullet through his head, knockin' off his dreads, green tip took his scalp peel (Walk Down Gang)

Binary trigger, tap and kill

Gettin' higher than a hill in Beverly Hills

Won't buy your drank, don't know if it's real

Go in the field, no cleats on, get the 'bows, touchin' down to the crib

This ain't no Netflix and chill, bitch can't take pics in my crib

Can't touch shit, ho

Uh

Walk Down Gang

Laying Da Walkdown

****, all year long