Walk Down (feat. TLE Cinco & Donway1k) - Luh Soldier & Big Yavo

Know to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Dough Let's go, let's go Ayy Let's go Skrrt, ayy Ayy (blrrrd) Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side, ayy Pussy, yeah, you chicken, come get fried We got pressure in these 30s Come outside and this pressure gettin' applied I want him gone, he keep fuckin' up my vibe Yeah, he 12, he all on Live Actin' tough as hell, he must be out his mind, uh Big boss Beezo in this bitch, I'm out my body I'm gettin' rich, I feel like Roddy Serve the fiends Fentanyl and molly, uh Told her don't act like you want me, bitch, you want my profit I could make her think she poppin' when she not, I was just flodgin', uh Big boss status Pockets fat as hell, they on ol' Rick Ross status Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh Niggas hard online, but in real life, he made of plastic You ain't built the way I'm built 'Cause you wasn't cut from the same fabric Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side (ayy, yup) I want 'em to see my face when I walk down, ain't no disguise We'll still creep on you, I'll make time Two to the dome, it's for sure he died I know he finished, don't go check, I got bullets you can't survive Better enjoy that life you livin', these blue tips eat you alive Still take hits for the top dollar, remember it just cost a dime Bad bitch, I make her swallow, now all her captions say "Slime" He robbed me, tried me like a rapper, bitch, this shit deeper than rhymes Caught out of bounds and we whack 'em Ain't no get-back for your guys (nope, nope) I'm head honcho, my main hitters locked, so I go spin myself These diamonds dancin', Five-seveN hold up my pants, don't need a belt It's just me and eight bad bitches, where members at? I need help I'm puttin' you out after we fuck, she text me back, "That's how you felt?" I'm banging big So Icey Gang, yeah, this the kind that don't even melt I got some shit you can't run from, you'll be whacked 'fore you take a step We walk 'em down with Air Force 1s, hop out on you, shootin' like I'm Steph My 50 cal too loud, suppressor on it so I won't go deaf Walk down gang, we don't drive-by You was pussy, now you gang-gang, look how time fly by I'm in this rental off two 30s tryna slide (slide, gone) Any nigga diss the guys, they had died And if not, God on they side, ayy Hop out the whip, walk 'em down and get ghost They like, "Beezy, chill out, you be doin' the most" One opp down, so you we makin' a toast A hundred more rounds for whoever was close I put red in his head, now he look like Lil Boat And shout out to Yachty, that's bro Might go hit a lick and fall off in a club with the glick in my coat Nigga, who want the smoke? Uh Walk down gang, we don't drive-by He was Neutron, now he gang bang, look how time fly by I got his OG sittin' there cryin', she like, "God, why?" I put 13 hollows in his mind just when he thought shit was fine Let's go Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Ayy

Mentality Yeah I really talk my shit The whole tape Yeah, yeah, yeah I just came in with a big old bag, bitch, I got that good dope She wanna fuck, got her calling me daddy, she got that good throat 2019, bitch, I'm bringin' that pressure You can get hit with the 38 special Not finna flex, you can quit with the extra Fuck nigga fee, you can't step in my section I'm tryna poke that lil' thing from the back A nigga been sippin' that D'usse I just wanna fuck her and all of her partners I need me a piece of that pussy And I'm in the club with a big booty bitch Hood ho and she addicted to dick Young nigga cold, got these young niggas sick Dracos finna pull up your clique Bitch, it's whatever you with Bitch, it's whatever you on Real dog ho, I'm slangin' this bitch She wanna lick on the bone She wanna fuck me and all of my partners And this bitch with it, she finna get it Beezy gon' toss that lil' ho like a Frisbee Dick up her back got the ho feelin' dizzy Playin' with Soldier, that shit really risky Trigger-happy, man, that motherfucker itchin' Perc-10's, had to put them hoes down Sippin' Henny, had to put down the Crown Thick bitch, got the ho goin' wild Shawty say, "bae, you so nasty" I get in her ear while I'm talkin' my shit I nut, then I get her some zaxby's What happened to keepin' it gangster? (Yeah) What happened to keepin' it street? (For real) You fuck niggas cappin' and rappin' 'bout money Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat (go, go) Cartiers on when I step in the club I'm peepin' the fuck niggas out (peepin' 'em out) I had to get back from the motherfuckin' scrubs Them niggas was beggin' for clout (they beggin' for clout) Niggas want smoke so I ride with the hundred Lord, I'm prayin' for them Real killers and them young niggas dummy I pray for who stayin' with them (for real) What happened to keepin' it gangster? (What happened?) What happened to keepin' it street? (What happened?) You fuck niggas cappin' and rappin' 'bout money Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat Smoked out a bow, bitch, I'm high as a plane Double G with me, I'm makin' it rain Wanna be trapper, these lil' niggas lame Poppin' these Percs just to help with the pain Just hit two bitches and didn't even remember Soldier so cold like the month of September She wanna fuck, it's a must that I kill her Swallow these kids when the package deliver Hit from the back and make her do the running man Bitch, I'm a boss, got me feelin' like Money Man Mind of a menace, I grew up on Boosie Would walk to the store just to get me a loosie Alabama, yeah, they thinkin' we country Dick up her back, Milly Rock in her tummy 75 shots in the drake for a dummy Hit him one time, turn his ass to a scrunchie What happened to keepin' it gangster? What happened to keepin' it street? You fuck niggas cappin' and rappin' 'bout money Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat Cartiers on when I step in the club I'm peepin' the fuck niggas out I had to get back from the motherfuckin' scrubs Them niggas was beggin' for clout Niggas want smoke so I ride with the hundred Lord, I'm prayin' for them Real killers and them young niggas dummy I pray for who stayin' with them What happened to keepin' it gangster? (For real) What happened to keepin' it street? (What happened?) You fuck niggas cappin' and rappin' 'bout money Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat Bitch, you can't even buy the beat What happened to keepin' it street? (What happened?) You fuck niggas cappin' and rappin' 'bout money Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat (you couldn't) Bitch, you couldn't even buy the beat (what happened?) What happened to keepin' it street? (What happened?) What happened to keepin' it G? (What happened?) What happened to, what happened to, what happened to? Yeah Big Soldier Mentality Mentality Yeah All 2019, for real Yeah, soldier

Uh Ay, let's go (Ay, let that shit ride, Tav) Uh, I'm back in that mode, nigga On gang Say Ay, don't call me Yavo, ho, I'm Yayski Got that drank from the doctor, so you know I got patience Mixed the Wock' with the Sprite, now it look like a grape drink My partner can't hit the road 'cause he on probation But he still know if he see an opp, then face him Can't get away, they gon' hop out and chase him You'd think he Lil Weezy how keep that Drac' with him He keep a mask like Jason and shoot like Tatum Say, I treat that money like candy, want it now and later And I wake up every day, shit on opps and haters Pick up the bags in Cali, then fly out to Vegas Now I'm ridin' in a Ram and servin' the rolls She say the way I be servin', thought I was a waiter Lil' bitch, you know that we servin', just call for a cater How you gon' catch me lackin'? Bruh, no way Whole lot of guapo like my name Jose I keep that Glock for protection, I call it a Trojan I catch an opp, I put holes in his ass like molding Big fire, Gen5 gon' strike you like bowling I got two twin Glocks named Zack and Cody Fill you with bald-ass bullets like Mr. Moseby You hear the switches and SIGs, shit sound like explosions My brother Nino a Crip, so I know that he Rolling Free all the members that's locked up, Josen He just caught a trafficking, back out, oh, shit Just caught a charge and he back out, make no sense Ten four, he not a thug, he the police Bitch meet me, she lucky like four leaf clovers Four grams of 'za in one leaf loaded So many clips in this camera, catch an opp and expose him These niggas trash, need a garbage disposal Married to the money, but I skipped the proposal Ay, don't call me Yavo, ho, I'm Yayski Got that drank from the doctor, so you know I got patience Mixed the Wock' with the Sprite, now it look like a grape drink My partner can't hit the road 'cause he on probation But he still know if he see an opp, then face him Can't get away, they gon' hop out and chase him You'd think he Lil Weezy how keep that Drac' with him He keep a mask like Jason and shoot like Tatum Ay, don't call me Yavo, ho, I'm Yayski Got that drank from the doctor, so you know I got patience Mixed the Wock' with the Sprite, now it look like a grape drink My partner can't hit the road 'cause he on probation But he still know if he see an opp, then face him Can't get away, they gon' hop out and chase him You'd think he Lil Weezy how keep that Drac' with him He keep a mask like Jason and shoot like Tatum