Walked

You gone make walk on this bitch like

You gone make me talk on this bitch like

You gone make me walk on this bitch like

Aye

I don't know what just came over me

but I'll stamp the press **** like a notary

I don't want to talk about LA Rap anymore

Cause I don't see another **** cold as me

Bitch **** prove it

Don't push me to the edge I gotta uzi

And I'll

All on a **** block like

All on a **** top like

And I'm shooting like a hundred from the field (aye)

And I need a hundred for the deal (aye)

And I need a hundred for my young

**** turn him up

Back for the twenty five **** turn me up

You gone make me walk on this bitch like

You gone make me talk on this bitch like

you gone make me walk on this bitch like

Hold on

Hold on

Let me-let me walk on this bitch like

I know some hoes tryna put me in the grave

I know some **** mad that a **** made it

I know **** mad that I paved the way

They feel a way

But they could never say it

And I like it like that

**** keep the hate tucked

I would hate to get these pretty ass shoes fucked up

I would hate to get these petty ass jewels fucked up

I would hate to get my pretty knuckles bruised on ya

Put shoes on ya

Loose screws on ya

Put my tool on ya

Like

Like

Like

All on a **** top like

You gone make me walk on this bitch like

You gone make me talk on this bitch like

you gone make me walk on this bitch like

Hold on

Hold on

Let me-let me walk on this bitch like

Written By: Wendell James Hayden