Walk Up - Los Kevorkian & Rollie Vogues

They gon' need somebody's creative, who do the mock-ups? This is Jay P Bangz music Hey, straight to the chicken soon as I hop up Blood got scriptures, told him to hit the doc up Cream of Wheat package, then cook it and watch it rock up One up top ahki, it's warning them not to rock up (Ayy) You got potential my nigga, don't put the rock up You ain't got a chance at the league if niggas locked up What you gon' become when a sucker come tear your top up? What you gon' become when you facing attempted hot ones, huh? Where all them niggas you call your brother now? Ain't none of them niggas gon' hold your mother down It's highly respected when you don't make a sound Field trip to the necklace, you ever fuck around (Ayy) Dumb it down, that's what my nana taught me These niggas playin' like they ain't knowin' what this nana hold, and it's loaded Gangland and I'm standin' on it I'll die behind mines, I been planted on it, yeah We with the pop ups, specialize in walk ups They gon' need somebody's creative, who do the mock-up? Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up We with the pop ups, specialize in walk ups They gon' need somebody's creative, who do the mock-up? Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up Yeah, these suckers'll tell you we with the walk up Why you think Jabada and Nozzy and them locked up? (Huh) Them suckers'll tell you we with the walk up Why you think Gully and Skippa and them locked up? (Yeah) Mayday, niggas be yellin' mayday Murder Gang, Walkthrough Gang be goin' yay-yay What you know about two in a week? What you know about duckin' off, movin' discreet? Homicide, try to do you for refusing to speak It's been a sweep, all my shooters elite, he hit for three (Yeah) It's hard to sleep when you under surveillance They in the Jeep 'cross street from the neighbors, we keep it player, yeah Maserati with wally under the chair, yeah Ain't a sucker that's breathin' that we ain't spare, yeah Before I snitch, sit in electric chair, yeah I don't know E Mozzy, I wasn't there, yeah We with the pop ups, specialize in walk ups They gon' need somebody's creative, who do the mock-up? Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up We with the pop ups, specialize in walk ups They gon' need somebody's creative, who do the mock-up? Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up Yopper with the new shells in it so it don't lock up

You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin caution Good dope from the West hurt my chest got me coughin Broke boys make me sick I get nautious When I hear a broke nigga talkin Fat ass she look like a barbie Pop a perc 10 & fuck till I'm exhausted We really slide no talkin My lil homie gone hit he got lit when he caught em Wanna see Stunna send me a deposit They thought I was Nick we wilding She say she don't suck dick she childish She throwin it back she tryna give me a challenge She throw it back like she tossed it to me And you know I caught it She gave it to me you bought it Going out sad lil buddy you lost it I put them diamonds up under the faucet 2 glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet We fishtail his whip with that fye then park it I'm that lil nigga they say I'm a target If you want some smoke then place your order Lil freak told me I'm hot in Florida Ass shaped like a peach That bitch from Georgia Ion know her name I just call her gorgeous My little niggas want bodies they scoring Hit you block in the foreign and floor it Rich youngin took off he soarin I pull up pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin I'm too important Nigga play with me and get violent Won't talk I'm keepin it silent That lil beef shit get me excited swerving Me Hefe and Thailand late night I jumped in that water like a great white My late hittas scrape right Big dog I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin caution Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin Broke boys make me sick I get nautious When I hear a broke nigga talkin On insta on that bitch he gone say he a killer Ain't neva shot shit with the gun in them pictures Nigga reach for this shit round my neck he a victim Go read about it, no dissing, It's smoke? Let's clear it, I'm tryna see about em The bush I'm not bout to beat around it Catch a nigga in person beat the shit up out em Lil Stunna Shakur I get around Leave em missing like lost and found Send him up he talking down He play he get knocked outta bounds I gave em the sauce & sound Tryna ride my wave and drowned Come get you a verse and some pounds Say it's up, he get hit with a hundred rounds You know I gave em the sauce I don't need no stylist lil bitch I be sauced up I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya Gas bags I'm smokin caution Good Gas from the West hurt my chest got me coughin Broke boys make me sick I get nautious When I hear a broke nigga talkin Shut the fuck up!

Aye Don't you love it when the codeine drop Im seeing colors in my cup Yeah, you know we in hot Got the oven in the glove I'm finna show these rocks Spend a dub and join a club How you trappin' but you wrote that kind that make my shoulders shrug Bitch, I'm a monster when I'm drunk How I mix 2 different strands And make a salad with the blunt Why yo blunt so god damn fat Cause I don't waste no woods If the lean don't got the seal then the deals no good (Huh huh huh) And ever since I put that rollie on my wrist I been on different type of time She ain't show me love back then And now she wanna know me Ain't that some shit (now she wanna know me) Girl, you must be all the way out yo mind Girl, you know you really ain't shit (you ain't shit) But I know I ain't shit Yeah, I know that I ain't shit Never had a pot that I could piss I make something out of nothing I was scared and that fake shit that you wearin' I'ma keep you in my prayers (yeah, yeah) Should have put your jeweler in a casket (casket) I close the curtains, they can't see who's in the back (Who in the back) I'm pushin' lean I'm starting to feel like I'm a activist (activist) I saw your bitch, boy that's your fault You should've patented it Do me Doobie, I just spend 10 bands on a Cuban Got a couple M's on my plan that's a brewing I just smoke an L to the face but I ain't lose it (it's Doobie) And ever since I put that rollie on my wrist I been on different type of time She ain't show me love back then And now she wanna know me Ain't that some shit (now she wanna know me) Girl, you must be all the way out yo mind Girl, you know you really ain't shit (you ain't shit) But I know I ain't shit