Walk Down - Rsblulrick

Pull up n air 'em out Hop out and walk 'em down It gets grimey in the south side of town Schemin' up money plots Catch us out on the block We gon' ride until the wheels fall off Four licks in one day, shi- we ain't done It's MoeLiccs, I thought you know from the mighty sons Ridin' round with a chopper and a AR Lil' homie all gooked 'cause he off a bar S.O.S. that's the gang We in Oxnard Cold city in the summer and it stay hot Toe tag, body bag, now they in a hearse All bad, all sad, man this life a curse Knee deep in the game, still committin- dirt Smoke a Swisher to the face while I'm doin' work Late night on the block, fuck a Blue Bird All black, no cap, shit don't say a word Your homie all cap 'cause he like to fuck with birds Big flexer, he a lame, he a type to fold And my momma, yeah she told me always keep your word God first, family second, then I got my foes Pull up n air 'em out Hop out and walk 'em down It gets grimey in the south side of town Schemin' up money plots Catch us out on the block We gon' ride until the wheels fall off Late night cruises Smacked off a bean, my niggas go stupid Know what I mean 'cause we all finna shoot shit Clean up the scene, bounce out and we muted Ayy, I'm a grimy mothafucka 762s got you leakin' like no other You tryna act hard but your hood don't even love ya Dippin' through the city with my all white fazos Tryna count 'em up I'm in love with them pesos Girl close your mouth and do as I say so Yeee I'm hoppin' out in yo hood, easy payroll Duckin' from the feds so you know I gotta lay low Bitches hella weird, feel me? I had to say no Bending through the cornas, I ain't even gotta say more Still pourin' up, my liver can't take more SlumpBoyz shi-, I think I gotta drank more Pull up n air 'em out Hop out and walk 'em down It gets grimey in the south side of town Schemin' up money plots Catch us out on the block We gon' ride until the wheels fall off Bandana on the face, dirty gun and stolen plates Bounced out and left the scene wit' white chalk and yellow tape Heard that you passed away, we had to celebrate Documented gang members whole team got a case My nigga runnin' tanks, free playa from the team Pockets feelin' empty so I'm plottin' another scheme 'Fo- the letter nineteen, a nigga done hella dirt Catch you with the wrong fitted cap and you on a shirt And it's on the turf that we with the activities Y'all hypin' lame ass niggas? Gotta be shittin' me Me and ya ho got history, that's why some niggas hatin' me Bet my niggas jumpin' in, ain't no catchin' fades wit' me Ain't none make believe, I'm speakin' from experience How you go from a bitch to a thug? Is you serious? Actin' like you with that gun play, mus- be delirious And y'all bitch ass niggas can't see my gang, period! Pull up n air 'em out Hop out and walk 'em down It gets grimey in the south side of town Schemin' up money plots Catch us out on the block We gon' ride until the wheels fall off (Yeah) You can check what I rep see I'ma southside nigga Hit the corner of the ave wit' some southside niggas Nothin' changed I'm doin' fine my nigga When the spot get hot I recline on niggas Don't stop it's all the time my nigga And if I press some that's yo line my nigga Cuzzy been a joint that's on a gang my nigga All the hunnids in the ave'll cosign that nigga But look, separate the fakes, we don't get along S gang bone Terrace Ave nigga, right or wrong Fuck yo hood where you from? Nigga, so what? The other side off-brand, niggas know us See where I'm from cuz it's no love for no love Hos down, left side and chuck the fours up Hol' up fetty thangs, they tryna roll up Double back the set and sag and put the paws up Pull up n air 'em out Hop out and walk 'em down It gets grimey in the south side of town Schemin' up money plots Catch us out on the block We gon' ride until the wheels fall off

Hold up, Kada, you recordin' this? Clip so long, bitch, 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 bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick You better blow wit' your life when that day come Choppers on choppers, come take one Bitch, I'm a lock to come shake sum'n Keem been a lock, bitch that's one of my day 1's Huh (Ayy), huh Clip so long that I go off with the shit Bitch so thick, let her on the hip Boy, these chops so big that I walk with a limp (Ayy, huh) Look, huh Snipin' shit 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, uh Ayy, look I, I run it up, baggin' up all the breesh (Ayy) Look, Glock on my hip, get him close on the drill Bitch, I don't need a beam (Hol' on, huh, look, huh) Run down on that boy and we leave him deceased (Wait, huh) Don't do no talkin', we catch him, we in the scene (Wait) Run up if you want, niggas 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, niggas 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 ass with like six straps You was not there, don't forget that Chopper break his ass in half like a kit kat Bitch we got smoke like a kickback Stock on the kit has no kickback Shoot but you miss, what you hittin' at? Talking that tough shit but what is you gettin' at? Cuffin' that thot, thot, ooh you kiss that bitch on the lips Clip so long, bitch, 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 bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Bad bitches on go, watch her dive for the dick Deep strokes, send her home, she on live wit' the shit Four nick with the beam, you can't hide from this bitch All crane came attached, built inside of this bitch Monster, East Atlanta Look at my gun, came with a beam (Yeah, fuck you mean? Yessir) Look at my gun, just killed a ting (Ooh, Latto, okay) Too many bullets come out the bitch (Brrr) Drop, drop a clip, pop another quick (Yeah) Tryna hit a headshot quick (Baow, baow, baow) Glock on me, bitch, 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 nigga, why you carryin' a Hotpoint? (Damn) Get you a twenty-six, I remember I was twenty-six Always stay with a strap on my hip (Yeah) Act crazy, chop screw some shit (Screw some shit) My DJ carry him a Glick' (Yeah) Security, he got him a stick (Him a stick) That one of my homie, shotta, he legit Why you try to tell me? Goin' in your shit (Baow, yeah) He like the ice on my wrist (On my wrist) She like the ice on my wrist (Your bitch) He wanna rob for it (You robbin'?) She wanna cuss on my dick (Oh yeah) A-After I catch this body I'm back In this pussy, finna kill this bitch Back to back fully auto in your bitch (Brrr) I ain't with the (Yeah) I be huggin' all these cuddle with sticks Lotta money, it's a Brinks (It's a Brinks) Shit'll turn you to lick (To a licky) They ain't never seen this shit (Never) 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest I got 40's and carbons Glizzy make a fuck nigga dance like Carlton I don't wanna smoke your weed, shit garbage And I don't really trust no bitch to be honest Clip so long, bitch, 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 bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick Clip so long, bitch, 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 bitch Drum-drum go dumb when I slide with the stick