Walk Down (feat. FivesUpRoddy)

No I ain't loving on that bitch she gave her number to the guys Talking on the gram he end up dead up in the live Bitch keep playing in my face i'm popping up like bitch surprise Hit 'em in his shit I wonder why he still alive Yeah i'm in the booth I go retarded, shit Brodie down bad he want a verse so I ain't charging shit We all gotta eat go hit yo target shit Walk down mask on turn 'em to a garden bitch Was a young wild nigga I would start shit Got a bad little brother he gon' walk shit If it ain't 'bout the money I don't wanna talk shit If it ain't 'bout the money I don't wanna talk bitch Pull up I got on all black Nike tech ski mask cause we talking all that When I talk I never lie i'm only speaking all facts Saying i'm a dub but she ain't even all that Yeah Did a drill with my man but he was all up into sports Now he shooting shit for fun but we ain't talking bout no court Was a scholar in that class he caught a F it ain't a joke He gon' slide before he type it ain't no murder that he wrote I mean he caught a body then he rapped about it on a beat He had a bitch and she a vibe yeah she a nasty little freak Broski tired of the woods he said he finna pop a bean Call them killers they gon Nigga everything a green Free the guys up in the slammer rest in peace to all the soldiers Fucking bitches back to back I paint her face like it's a poster Gave her dick and now she crying she keep telling me to hold her All these different color beams I move around like baby Yoda Roddy in the building better watch yo mouth nigga Choppa on my leg look like I got the gout nigga Brodie got a switch for all them looking for some clout niggas I made my choppa turn into a dyke she coming out nigga If she love you nigga why she all in my face? I hit her from the back and it was dark that shit a blind date I could tell you who was at the door from what the knock say She call me by my name but when I f*ck i'm mucho grande I been that nigga since yo momma was on MySpace I bought her ass a telly I don't care can't come to my space Orange coat I got it from the jungle like what the fox say I wore it to mall, and got some top like what Young Joc say? When you see my niggas clutching what you gon do? You won't live to tell that story make a false move All these niggas claiming they got motion I got big groove And I had yo' mom in doggy now she eating dog food All my sons be rapping i'm like damn what i'ma call you? Can't be taking pictures better back up Can't be popping percs they make me act up Gave your girl that big almighty mack truck My pistol on my hip and bitch I never call for backup Uh bitch I never call for backup Pistol on my hip and bitch I never call for backup She on my lap giving top I got my mac up But I might tap some And i'ma-