CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Walk Down
Walk his a** down, it's Lil Double 0 and the Walk Down Gang
Yeah, it's YSL the business
Walk his a** down, YSL [?] slatt, slatt
Yeah, we got C4, the bomb in this motherf**ker, the backdoor kicker
Yeah, we also got Lil Got** in here
We also got Lil Biggz in that G5
And we gon' walk your stupid a** down
All about that money, n***a
And you know how we comin'
Straight from Bleveland, 'till we see you
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Let's get it)
Catch him comin' through the cut, he lackin', wrong day
Fillеd him up with hollow rounds, I did her son the wrong way
Stayin' down to get this papеr, I'm locked in, all ten to the streets
No industry, I'm in the streets, everyday, I tote that heat
You play with fire, you catch the canon, and you know I move discreet
Surround myself around real gangstas, I clear hammers, I handle mine
I spin your sh*t at anytime, you all business, that crossed my mind
You picked your side, now walk the line, you caught slippin', that cost a dime
Ayy, mi casa su casa
I red-dot him, who shot him
I walked him down with no problem
I kicked that door with Lil Got**
I up the score and they silent
I'm on a plane, and it's private
And I can't change or disguise it
Up free the gang, cause they solid'
Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Door Kicker, I think his strap got two bodies
This a Hellcat, no Ducati
3 Ms in the back, but no Mazi
You still ain't made the deposit
They love my name in the projects
Can't hang he ain't got no bodies
Walk down, get beamed up to Scotty (Let's go)
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk his a** down, since he hanging with them other guys
Like, f**k a putdown, only way you with my gang, is if you walk sh*t down
Ain't got to watch the backdoor, know C4, gon' come through, gon' slang that iron
While they took off her big brother, but I still f**ked her cause I'm double slime, slatt
Six shots up in his stomach, give that boy an ache
Lil' bro gone hang out with that Carbon, but I'm a sergeant, walk down with the Drac'
Your shooter scared, lil' bro, he aimin' for the legs, take off his face
Hop out, car go 200 (200), police can't keep up, b*t*h I'm runnin' (slatt, slatt, slatt)
N***a play we dumpin' (Hop out), lil' bro gon' walk sum down
Walk his a** down (Ayy, down, ayy)
Walk his a** down (Walk him down)
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down (Woah, slatt)
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk (walk)
Yeah, it's YSL the business
Walk his a** down, YSL [?] slatt, slatt
Yeah, we got C4, the bomb in this motherf**ker, the backdoor kicker
Yeah, we also got Lil Got** in here
We also got Lil Biggz in that G5
And we gon' walk your stupid a** down
All about that money, n***a
And you know how we comin'
Straight from Bleveland, 'till we see you
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Let's get it)
Catch him comin' through the cut, he lackin', wrong day
Fillеd him up with hollow rounds, I did her son the wrong way
Stayin' down to get this papеr, I'm locked in, all ten to the streets
No industry, I'm in the streets, everyday, I tote that heat
You play with fire, you catch the canon, and you know I move discreet
Surround myself around real gangstas, I clear hammers, I handle mine
I spin your sh*t at anytime, you all business, that crossed my mind
You picked your side, now walk the line, you caught slippin', that cost a dime
Ayy, mi casa su casa
I red-dot him, who shot him
I walked him down with no problem
I kicked that door with Lil Got**
I up the score and they silent
I'm on a plane, and it's private
And I can't change or disguise it
Up free the gang, cause they solid'
Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Door Kicker, I think his strap got two bodies
This a Hellcat, no Ducati
3 Ms in the back, but no Mazi
You still ain't made the deposit
They love my name in the projects
Can't hang he ain't got no bodies
Walk down, get beamed up to Scotty (Let's go)
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk his a** down, since he hanging with them other guys
Like, f**k a putdown, only way you with my gang, is if you walk sh*t down
Ain't got to watch the backdoor, know C4, gon' come through, gon' slang that iron
While they took off her big brother, but I still f**ked her cause I'm double slime, slatt
Six shots up in his stomach, give that boy an ache
Lil' bro gone hang out with that Carbon, but I'm a sergeant, walk down with the Drac'
Your shooter scared, lil' bro, he aimin' for the legs, take off his face
Hop out, car go 200 (200), police can't keep up, b*t*h I'm runnin' (slatt, slatt, slatt)
N***a play we dumpin' (Hop out), lil' bro gon' walk sum down
Walk his a** down (Ayy, down, ayy)
Walk his a** down (Walk him down)
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down
Walk his a** down (Woah, slatt)
Walk his a** down
Choppas on choppas
And it's filled up with oppas
Keep her doing with info, she set her locates to drop you
And we move like a mobster
Eatin on steak, shrimp and lobster
Kept it up with some millions, we talkin' bout millions with pasta (Slatt)
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk (walk)
