Walk Down (Explicit) - Fnf Chop/Sheff G/Young Nudy
Lyrics by：Deonte Gaines/Carter Edington/Michael Williams/Quantavious T. Thomas
Composed by：Deonte Gaines/Carter Edington/Michael Williams/Quantavious T. Thomas
Hold up Kada you recordin' this
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
You better blow with your life when that day come
Choppers on choppers come take one
B***h I'm a lock to come shake sum'n
Keem been a lock b***h that's one of my day ones
Clip so long that I go off with the s**t
B***h so thick let her hold on the hip
Boy these chops so big that I walk with a limp
Ayy huh look huh
Snipin' s**t up boy they think that I'm pimpin'
3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen
We argue we fight suck me up when I'm finished
Hold on ayy look
I I run it up baggin' up all the breesh
Look Glock on my hip get him close on the drill
B***h I don't need a beam
Hol' on huh look huh
Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased
Don't do no talkin' we catch him
White chalk in the scene wait
Run up if you want
N***as know how we get down
He wanna get up got hit
Watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
Huh look huh
Run up if you want
N***as know how we get down
He wanna get up got hit
Watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
I was down bad on my a*s with like six straps
You was not there don't forget that
Chopper break his a*s in half like a Kit Kat
B***h we got smoke like a kickback
Stock on the kit has no kickback
Shoot but you miss what you hittin' at
Talking that tough s**t
But what is you gettin' at
Cuffin' that thot-thot ooh
You kiss that b***h on the lips
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Bad b***hes on go watch her dive for the dick
Deep strokes send her home
She on live with the s**t
Four nick with the beam
You can't hide from this b***h
All crane came attached
Built inside of this b***h
Monster East Atlanta
Look at my gun came with a beam
Yeah f**k you mean Yessir
Look at my gun just killed a ting ooh Latto okay
Too many bullets come out the b***h brr
Drop drop a clip pop another quick yeah
Tryna hit a headshot quick baow baow baow
Glock on me b***h it won't jam yeah
Got one in the head ready to blam yeah
Hand on hand I'ma hit you don't point
Broke n***a why you carryin' a Hotpoint
D**n
Get you a 26 I remember I was 26
Always stay with a strap on my hip yeah
Act crazy chop screw with some s**t
Screw with some s**t
My DJ carry him a glick
Security he got him a stick
That one of my homie shotta he legit
Why you try to tell me goin' in your s**t
He like the ice on my wrist on my wrist
She like the ice on my wrist your b***h
He wanna rob for it you robbin'
She wanna cuss on my dick oh yeah
After I catch this body I'm back in this P***y
Finna kill this b***h
Back to back fully auto in your b***h
I ain't with the cuddle come suck my dick
I be huggin' I be cuddled with sticks
Lotta money and some bricks and some bricks
Shit'll turn you to lick to a licky
They ain't never seen this s**t never
40s and carbons
Glizzy make a f**k n***a dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your w**d s**t garbage
And I don't really trust no b***h to be honest
I got 40s and carbons
Glizzy make a f**k n***a dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your w**d s**t garbage
And I don't really trust no b***h to be honest
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Lyrics by：Deonte Gaines/Carter Edington/Michael Williams/Quantavious T. Thomas
Composed by：Deonte Gaines/Carter Edington/Michael Williams/Quantavious T. Thomas
Hold up Kada you recordin' this
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
You better blow with your life when that day come
Choppers on choppers come take one
B***h I'm a lock to come shake sum'n
Keem been a lock b***h that's one of my day ones
Clip so long that I go off with the s**t
B***h so thick let her hold on the hip
Boy these chops so big that I walk with a limp
Ayy huh look huh
Snipin' s**t up boy they think that I'm pimpin'
3-3 in this clip but it's no Scottie Pippen
We argue we fight suck me up when I'm finished
Hold on ayy look
I I run it up baggin' up all the breesh
Look Glock on my hip get him close on the drill
B***h I don't need a beam
Hol' on huh look huh
Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased
Don't do no talkin' we catch him
White chalk in the scene wait
Run up if you want
N***as know how we get down
He wanna get up got hit
Watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
Huh look huh
Run up if you want
N***as know how we get down
He wanna get up got hit
Watch him lay down
Hitters pull up and walk down with that Tre Pound
I was down bad on my a*s with like six straps
You was not there don't forget that
Chopper break his a*s in half like a Kit Kat
B***h we got smoke like a kickback
Stock on the kit has no kickback
Shoot but you miss what you hittin' at
Talking that tough s**t
But what is you gettin' at
Cuffin' that thot-thot ooh
You kiss that b***h on the lips
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Bad b***hes on go watch her dive for the dick
Deep strokes send her home
She on live with the s**t
Four nick with the beam
You can't hide from this b***h
All crane came attached
Built inside of this b***h
Monster East Atlanta
Look at my gun came with a beam
Yeah f**k you mean Yessir
Look at my gun just killed a ting ooh Latto okay
Too many bullets come out the b***h brr
Drop drop a clip pop another quick yeah
Tryna hit a headshot quick baow baow baow
Glock on me b***h it won't jam yeah
Got one in the head ready to blam yeah
Hand on hand I'ma hit you don't point
Broke n***a why you carryin' a Hotpoint
D**n
Get you a 26 I remember I was 26
Always stay with a strap on my hip yeah
Act crazy chop screw with some s**t
Screw with some s**t
My DJ carry him a glick
Security he got him a stick
That one of my homie shotta he legit
Why you try to tell me goin' in your s**t
He like the ice on my wrist on my wrist
She like the ice on my wrist your b***h
He wanna rob for it you robbin'
She wanna cuss on my dick oh yeah
After I catch this body I'm back in this P***y
Finna kill this b***h
Back to back fully auto in your b***h
I ain't with the cuddle come suck my dick
I be huggin' I be cuddled with sticks
Lotta money and some bricks and some bricks
Shit'll turn you to lick to a licky
They ain't never seen this s**t never
40s and carbons
Glizzy make a f**k n***a dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your w**d s**t garbage
And I don't really trust no b***h to be honest
I got 40s and carbons
Glizzy make a f**k n***a dance like Carlton
I don't wanna smoke your w**d s**t garbage
And I don't really trust no b***h to be honest
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
Clip so long b***h it hang out the glick
Big chop walk down don't hang out the whip
Got money on my mind don't think 'bout a b***h
Drum drum go dumb when I slide with the stick
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