Walk It Out

Whoa (Ayo, Shod Beatz)

Whoa

Up with that fire, make 'em walk it out (Drvmlord)

Thirty on me, so it's nothin' we can talk about

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

I hid that sack at my mama house

'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (Uh), whoa, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount

I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down

Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh (Uh), whoa (Whoa), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts

(Uh), yeah, walk a **** down, I ain't doin' no talkin' (Walk a **** down)

Big Draco, put a **** in a coffin (Big Drac')

Splashin' (Splash), water on me wet like a dolphin

Nasty, lil' bitch eat it off the body (Eat)

Beat the pussy up off the Roxy like I'm Rocky (Beat it)

Brought a middleman since he lyin' 'bout exotic (Whoa)

Stolen Hellcat, ****, fuck a Bugatti (Vroom)

Double R the gang, real rich like Roddy (Yeah, yeah)

Big bankroll got a **** cocky

New trap house full of 'bows of exotic ('Bows of exotic)

New coupe, got a **** floor matchin' carpet (Floor matchin' carpet)

Young rich ****, yeah, I'm a big shit popper

Reachin' for this chain, damn right I'ma pop you (Grrt, grrt)

7.62 bullets hot like lava (Hot like lava)

Double R the gang, yeah, I'm the godfather, bitch (I'm the godfather, bitch)

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

I hid that sack at my mama house

'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (Uh), whoa, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount

I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down

Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh (Uh), whoa (Whoa), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh, Frozone, real trap ****, I ain't doin' no fraud

Racks in my pocket like a **** on hard

Fuck a bank account, I ain't swipin' no card

Money on your head, better get up out of Dodge

Stolen Hellcat, switch the VIN up in the yard

**** actin' gangster, they pulled your whole card

Walk a **** down, leave his brains in the yard

Rap-cappin'-ass ****, I ain't doin' no 'flaging

Pack too strong, smell like bodies in the closet

Chop make your whole crew dance, Jabbawockeez

Still get high off the tens in the Wocky

Five K fit, still won't rerock it

Wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta catch a body

On God, rap-cappin'-ass ****, bitch ass

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh, whoa, up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

I hid that sack at my mama house

'Member them days I was broke, had to sleep on my mama couch

Uh (Uh), whoa, my shooters gon' step, that's for no amount

I tell them steppers to spin, guaranteed that it's goin' down

Talkin' down make me pull up to your whereabouts

Uh (Uh), whoa (Whoa), up with that fire, make 'em walk it out

Thirty on me, so you know that it's nothin' we can talk about

Make me pull up to your whereabouts